Gotta get back
  gotta figure out a way
  I' m loosing - my senses to you
  where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow
  back home? But where is home?
  guess t 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 morining, 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