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 (Repeat until fade.)