Give me a map and I'll find my way home
Show me the long way and I'll go
I'll tell you about it and I'll wake you when I'm done
Just don't let them say that I'm no fun
Two little birds on a branch out front
Trying to make themselves heard
It's the prettiest thing I've ever heard
And I don't even care about the words
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down
That's the time to take a look around
What's with the symbols in your sad-sack poems?
Walking the thin line of sense
Doesn't matter where it's printed doesn't matter what it says
Cross the ocean just as long as it's read
The moon goes down when the sun comes up
Can someone explain why they don't get stuck?
I don't want to retire with my hands all tied
I don't want to be left in the sun
I'll read you my memoir and I'll wake you when I'm done
Just never let them say that I'm no fun
What's so wrong with the sounds I hear?
I just want to make your troubles disappear