Testo: Jesse Harris. While The Music Lasts. Wish I Was A Bird.

Blowing 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 speaking
I can only hear waves breaking
Out at the ocean the wind whips every word
I wish I was a bird