Flying so high, trying to remember

how many cigarettes did I bring along?

When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab

driving through London town

to cry you a song.



It's been a long time --

still shaking my wings.

Well, I'm a glad bird

I got changes to ring.



Closing my dream inside its paper-bag.

Thought I saw angels

but I could have been wrong.

Search in my case,

can't find what they're looking for.

Waving me through

to cry you a song.



It's been a long time --

still shaking my wings.

Well I'm a glad bird

I got changes to ring.



Lights in the street,

peeping through curtains drawn.

Rattling of safety chain taking too long.

The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before --

Came down from the skies

to cry you a song.