Lyrics

There's a man in Coney island Who runs back and forth While people take their best shot It is a plane To make a game like war Or maybe the other way around Either way he's going down So we ride the roller coaster Cuz you said it would make me feel like I was free But there's nothing safe, about the ride we're on What comes up it must come down And you know where going down Cuz people are still trying to be birds Yeah We are all still trying to fly Well haven't we heard? We sat under a noisy sky on labour day And watched those planes dip and dive You said I think this is like being under attack But we'll make it out alive Well I hope we make it out alive Cuz blue angels are still trying to be birds Yeah We are all still trying to fly Yeah That man in Coney island He says it's just a job When the summer's through I'll be done And he laughs at me and my sympathetic smile He says you know we've just begun And don't you know we've just begun Cuz people are still trying to be birds Yeah And I am still trying to fly Despite what I've learned