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