So the bullwhips will beat against A bird on a chain A false step and a clock that won't change
With a sense of delirium A hat full of praise But the tapes, the tapes were erased
And I guess no one's dreaming of me Tonight And I hope no one's taking you home
And if I could remind you of things you forgot You might want me, but probably not So I follow her reverb and spell out your name You're a wander a bird on a chain