So unsure, before it's even heard Never confident in a single word This bird, expert in the absurd Number one in life that has been deferred It hurts this relentless introvert But inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind So I keep my time, so far out of line And when the day turns night, I can't help but
Cry so loudly, I slant devoutly Tell me what about me is built so wrong? There's so much passion But more I'm lacking I wish that I could c-c-c-c-c-c-c-caw
But I falter on the forethought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Achromatic twisted aeronaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul) Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak) So put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
So, ---- So unsure, before it's even heard I can't toe the border with my eyes so blurred This bird, constantly overturned Ten-time unwitting champion of being spurned (So when you go, I won't cry) 'Cause even though it hurts, it's the thousandth time Don't stay, 'cause I don't even know what I'd do anyway
I'm so damn selfish, I can't live like this So be my witness, I won't back down I'll play the hero, divide the zero So I wanna hear you s-say-something?
And I falter as an afterthought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Apathetic aching argonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crashing with a loud sound (foul) Apoplectic and pathetic as can be (not me) I put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Can you tell me if you think that I should stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Is it all for a show? In the golden hour you seem to know no fear Is it really true? That a bird like me could never think like you? Is it all in my head? Is my ignorance just manufactured dread? When I've naught but my pride Can you take a look and Say you like what I've got inside?
So I falter on the second thought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Counterfeited crooning cosmonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, mired in the earthbound (foul) Bilious baby braying babble bent her beak (what a freak) I put my neck upon the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, tell me if you think that I should stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby
When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you And if I haver, hey, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you
But I would walk five hundred miles And I would walk five hundred more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door
When I’m working, yes, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s working hard for you And when the money comes in for the work I do I’ll pass almost every penny on to you When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you And if I grow old, well, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you
But I would walk five hundred miles And I would walk five hundred more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da) Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da) Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you And when I’m dreaming, well, I know I’m gonna dream I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you And when I come home (When I come home), yes, I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who comes back home with you I’m gonna be the man who’s coming home with you
But I would walk five hundred miles And I would walk five hundred more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door
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And I would walk five hundred miles And I would walk five hundred more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door
I got my first real six-string (=guitar) (I) Bought it at the five and dime (I) Played it 'til my fingers bled (It) Was the summer of '69
Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit and Jody got married I should've known we'd never get far
Oh, when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Yeah, I'd always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complainin' When you got a job to do I spent my evenings down at the drive-in (cinema) And that's when I met you, yeah
Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that you'd wait forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah Back in the summer of '69, oh
Man, we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothing can last forever Forever, no Yeah
And now the times are changin' Look at everything that's come and gone Sometimes when I play that old six-string I think about you, wonder what went wrong
Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that it'd last forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah Back in the summer of '69, uh-huh It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah
Me and my baby in '69, oh, oh It was the summer, summer, summer of '69 (Yeah)
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