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 won`t 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.