One With The Birds

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lyrics:

Put out to bake in the heat,
Surrounded with no one to meet
Balance on tight ropes and walk
Down to the end of the street

If all of the people I see
Would give to the ones on the street
Then they would be willing to try
Then they would be willing to sleep

If I had some wings, and some place I could go
If I had the dream, to not be anything
Then no one would ever be free
And I would not reap what I sow

Doesn't it seem kind of fucked
That we trade all our time for more stuff
I think I'd be fine, this guitar of mine
As long as there's blinds I can shut

Romans laugh as I'm nailed to what resembles a lower case t
With railroad spikes in both my hands,
I finally see the whole thing.

Time is a circle it seems.
And I am just stuck in a dream
I just wanted to be one with the birds
In the next life, that's what I'll be.