Из альбома: Wyoming
There's a bird inside my chest, he's fighting for bread
He's dying to leave
But he's got no heart, he don't want no part of your crying
Making a scene
'Cause he can only love you in songs
He'll just keep on getting it wrong
So carry on, carry on
Carry on, my bird of song
Though I would just as soon forget your tune
You carry on, my bird of song