Tell me that you've got everything you want
and your bird can sing, but you don't get me
You don't get me

You say you've seen seven wonders
and your bird can sing, but you don't get me
You don't get me

When your prized possessions start to wear you down
Look in my direction, I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

When your bird is broken, will it bring you down
You may be a-walkin', I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

Tell me that you've heard every sound there is
and your bird can swing, but you can't hear me
You can't hear me