Clay birds
On the wire
Wind blows
For days, days, days
The tape rolls
Fly higher
Out of control
Waste, waste, waste
Oh
I’m afraid to go
If you’re not wrong it means not living at all
Oh
I’m afraid to call
The kind of low when it’s no meaning at all
Gonna find a piece
And I’m forever bound for ever leaving
Oh
I’m afraid to go
If you’re not wrong it means not living at all
Day falls
I don’t know it
Any luck on your wild catch
Dying to know
Of your fake loving
Don’t hold
Such waste, waste, waste
Oh
I’m afraid to go
If you’re not wrong it means not living at all
Oh
I’m afraid to call
The kind of low when it’s no meaning at all
Gonna find a piece
And I’m forever bound for ever leaving
Oh
I’m afraid to go
If you’re not wrong it means not living at all