Birds

The birds, the birds Sailors of the sky The birds, the birds They're more elevated than I Why, oh why, do I dream Of things I cannot feel Of which I cannot see Please, tell me Who to be In this life without meaning Trapped here by my own design By myself for endless time Help me, help me Help me, help me please Help me please Cast off, hoist the line Time is money, money is time Lie me down for I resign Is giving in my final crime Help me to be free To sail the breeze, air is sea Help me, help me Help me, help me please The birds, the birds Sailors of the sky The birds, the birds Oh why can't I fly away