Blowin' through Indian summer
Night sky, I? d fly straight to nowhere
But I? m grounded down here in the city
With these faces, stern and pretty
And in the station where no one says a word
I wish, I was a bird
If I listen to somebody speakin'
I can only hear waves breakin'
Out at the ocean, the wind whips every word
I wish, I was a bird

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