Watery dreams and bicycle schemes I ride on a wing and a wheel Body is weak but the mind is keen It only matters how I feel
This little bird is gonna fly fly fly Fantastic fortunes in my pretty little eye I pick you up and I dust off the ground Buckets of beautiful to go around
Faces melt like a tired window pane When we are older the light inside must reign It's the years in between where we incubate our dreams Wake up one morning and nothing's as it seems
Chorus
Don't you listen to a word I say By my own volition I have gone astray I burned the map and now I wander to my grave