Hummingbird...?nYou've lost your bedroom eyesnOh, ah, mmm, mmm, mmmnnI stole this night for you and menAll I've got are some tin cans, some string, my back and a trampolinennI've got The Slowdown Family locked up inside my speakersnGasping for air and screaming for quiet and freedomnnWe all need a friend who's a poet and locked awaynSo the things he reads and hears won't affect what he writes and saysnnAnd that's why every 12 copy of 'Dark Side of the Moon'nShould still have bits of green all stuck down in the gatefoldnnWhere are all the satellites on this night?nIt seems the clouds came out to suffocate the starry night skynnJohnny Walker (Black) is our best friendn'Cause when he kisses our lips, he dares to do it againnnWe all need a friend who's bottled up and left to maturenSo his fingers won't be bleeding from skim-reading death tolls of another-man's warnn...And no the message to this songnProbably wasn't worth the waitnOne would be protest-song turned loss-of-hope song too latennSo don't live your life to pleasenAnd don't take more than you needn'Cause this is give and take, just don't forget the formernnWe're not in Kansas anymorennHey, I'm Jaime, I burn bridges, put fires out by lyingnI've inhaled more smoke than air todaynYou'll grow old, and I'll die trying, ohnnWe're not in Kansas anymoren(We're not in Kansas anymore)nWe're not in Kansas anymorennWe're not in Kansas anymoren(We're not in Kansas anymore)