Lyrics

Clay birds On the wire Wind blows For days, days, days The tape rolls Fly higher Out of control Waste, waste, waste Oh, afraid to go If you don't row there'll be no living at all Oh, afraid to call The kind of low that has no meaning at all Gotta find a piece And I'm forever bound, forever leaving Oh, afraid to go If you don't row there'll be no living at all Day falls I don't know it Any luck On your wild catch Dying to know Of your fake loving Don't hold such Waste, waste, waste Oh, afraid to go If you don't row there'll be no living at all Oh, afraid to call The kind of low that has no meaning at all Gotta find a piece And I'm forever bound, forever leaving Oh, afraid to go If you don't row there'll be no living at all