Everything's faded and muddy I've never been able to find Something good to hold onto Guess I never had enough time But the train keeps rolling like a shadow on the wall And the wind keeps blowing and I think a change begins to call I'll get out of town and look back Bury the past in a lie When I feel like a blackbird in the morning with no place to fly Fly,Fly I can't believe we still hang out under the catacomb nights Talk about how we're livin' in all the places we died I'll get out of town and look back Bury the past in a lie When I feel like a blackbird in the morning with no place to fly Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly Its easy come, easy come, and easy go Its easy come, easy come, and easy go Easy come and easy go When I feel like a blackbird in the morning with no place to fly Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly