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 wont 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