Clay Birds

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