You're tired of searchingnThat wide horizonnFor the glimpse of a wingnOr some feathered thing flyingnnYou're tired of waiting nFor those little white birdies to comennYou've got your friends nAnd you've gor your family,nAnd you need their lovenAnd their understanding.nBut you're still waiting for thosenLittle white birdies to come.nnAnd they never come.nnAnd you'll still be waitingnTill you're lying there dyingnAnd you'll still be searchingnThat wide horizon.nLooking out the windownTo see if those little white birdies have come.nnYou'll be looking out the windownTo see if those little white birdies have come.nnBut they never come,nThey never come,nThey never come.