Soft hands touching my facenWash off all those bad daysnCloud shapes and ships lost at seanComprise the things that build mennAnd Dad, he gives lectures about ethics and good businessnWhile Mom fixes dinner and a warm drink for her babiesnWell I went off to college and I found me a dreamnI saw myself in writing but I never could readnI settled down in numbers sold my body for freenAnd now I feel like a ghost because I can’t see myself in anythingnnNow bills come, old friends are gonenWe rehearse our swan songnSummer puts grass on the lawn nMow it ‘fore it gets longnnAnd oh I’m not so sure about Cambridge and dependencenAnd now what I pray for is a big break or a finishnSometimes it gets so tight in here I can’t even breathenSo I drink a hundred beers and now I can’t even seenI could retire to my music and just hope I can benSomeday not to far considered freenn(As a blackbird singing in the dead of night)nTake my broken wings and learn to flynAll my lifenI was only waiting for my moment to arrive