Where we used to play all day
And birds fly backwards
And birds fly backwards
Packed bags in the hallway
Packed bags in the hallway
Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground
And birds fly backwards
Sad, blue, the future's not too clear
Leads us back again
Clouds tower, I have nothing to fear
We're hitting the road that
We're hitting the road that
To the same old world we left
Leads us back again
Where we used to play all day