You're tired of searching that wide horizon
For a glimpse of a wing or some feathered thing flying
You’re tired of waiting for those little white birdies to come

You got your friends and you got your family
And you need their love and their understanding
But you're still waiting for those little white birdies to come
And they never come

And you'll still be waiting ’til you're lying there dying
You'll still be searching that white horizon
Looking out the window, see those little white birdies have come
You'll be looking out the window, see those little white birdies have come
But they never come
They never come
They never come