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 color me in

Guess it didn'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