The Birds/Eight Miles High

The birds can't wait to get back to Minnesota It's been a long long winter and they're sick of being down south The birds can't wait to get back to Minnesota It's been a long long winter and they're sick of being down south If you're lost If you're lost you can't wait to get back to where you can find yourself again Find yourself again Find yourself again The birds can't wait to get it on It's getting harder and harder to get back what I had It's getting harder and harder to just let it go It's getting harder and harder to get to where I need to be It's getting farther and farther away from me It's easy to be complacent as life gets by like a freight train without a conductor on auto pilot eight miles high