You ll find a place
Where you could rest
Take your clothes off, cut your hair
Make it to a nest
Place your thoughts under a log
Let the birds out of your chest
Watch them fly towards the East
Then call them back from the West
Come home, come home
Cars could hit you
You d better look out
I ll be your eyes
If you ll be my mouth
The sky could eat you
You d better look out
I ll be your eyes
If you ll be my mouth
