| Black bird leaps for the sky | |
| (as the wind is raging) | |
| Thrusted his wings to fly | |
| (Forward he can go) | |
| Gives in to demands | |
| (changes his direction) | |
| He just can't understand | |
| (Why he's swept away) | |
| We strive for the sun | |
| Jokin' the week away | |
| About the scorchin' dye | |
| What more am I | |
| All the worms writhing in the clay | |
| (Crawling in the dampness) | |
| Crawling out to bathe | |
| (crawling to the ground) | |
| stare at the empty page | |
| (as the earth is opened) | |
| Meaning has slipped away | |
| (Might as well be them) | |
| We strive for the sun | |
| Jokin' the week away | |
| About the scorchin' dye | |
| What more am I |