I like it    I don't like it

Gotta get back

Gotta figure out a way

I'm losing - my senses to you

Where'd it go , the bluebird I should follow

Back home? But where is home?

Guess it won't amount to much

Won't be long before I crush

I'll stand in line



Don't believe a thing they say , today

Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs



All alone

But I'm in a crowded room

I'm sinking , in quicksand tonight

You pick me up , and I shine across the sky till morning , then you

colour me in

Guess it wont amount

to much

Seems to me I've lost my touch

I'm back in line



Don't believe a thing they say today

Turn around and walk away

Everything will go your way , I pray

Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs