lyrics
You thought you’d be plucking
the fruit from the vine;
now you’re picking your shoes from a tree.
The colors of autumn,
how seldom you see them
in dining room table leaves.
Commuter pushing
the gas pedal in
and honking your horn, half-berserk.
Just go around me
if you’re so keen to win
the race to work whose prize is work.
Remember the days
before M.B.A.’s
when you swore what you’d grow up to do.
I thought you said ‘astronaut,’
or was it ‘corporate bond analyst?’
Every young boy’s dream come true.
Every young boy’s dream—
And did you dream that someday
you would have your own parking space, too?
I’m a singing, jobless birdman
following my interests.
The bullet points on your agenda
make up my to-not-do lists.
I’ve been an unqualified success
in an unemployed kind of way,
and I’m still flying high.
Just look out your office window,
you may see me flying by...
if your office had a window.
I’m a singing, jobless birdman.
I’m a singing, jobless birdman.
I've had an uninterrupted streak
of unable-to-come-into-work-today’s,
but you know how I try.
Just look out your office window,
you may see me flying by...
if your office had a window.
credits
from
1,
released January 31, 2009
Guitar: Jake Krohn, Bass: Lonnie Wilson, Drums: Lewie Fitz
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