babyboy are you sleeping have you heard a word I've said is your body still a-breathing can you live this life we've led I wish you were a swallow flying you'd fly this high and lonesome place and join your wild men in their sighing and linger in their salty taste on our sidewalk in the summer lies a man a-baking slow seeds and coins fall from his slumber his burning mother holding close I wish you were a swallow flying you'd fly this high and lonesome place and join your wild men in their sighing and linger in their salty taste I wish I were a swallow flying I'd find your high and lonesome place and join your wild men in their sighing and linger in their salty taste