The early bird he slips away
And he lives to fly another day
That you should or should not return
He only serves to point the way
Two simple birds that never stray
When the lights go out on us
Will not rush it, will enjoy it
Just before when we we're found Will not touch it, will rejoice it
And he'll stay all day there if he has to
The early bird he knows his place He never hides or runs away
When the voices crowd on his Cry so loud that you will die
Will not rush it, will enjoy it
Will not touch it, will rejoice it Where did this come from
Where is it from How long has this been going on
I see the sky falling on every face
Telling us now that we ought to stay
I feel my wheels are turning
I feel my wheels are turning I see the open road before us stretch
Leading us somewhere past the hour.
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