Texty: Jesse Harris & The Ferdinandos. Wish I Was a Bird.

Blowin' through Indian summer
Night sky, I?d fly straight to nowhere
But I?m grounded down here in the city
With these faces, stern and pretty

And in the station where no one says a word
I wish, I was a bird

If I listen to somebody speakin'
I can only hear waves breakin'

Out at the ocean, the wind whips every word
I wish, I was a bird