Everything's faded and muddy, I've never been able to findNothing good to hold on to, I guess I never had enough timeBut the train keeps rolling, like a shadow on the wallThe wind keeps blowing, and I think I changed my yesterday callI get out of town and look back, bury the past in a lieWhen I feel like a blackbird in the morning, with no place to fly, fly, fly, flyI can't believe we still hang out, under the catacomb nightsTalk about how we're living, in all the places we diedI get out of town and look back, bury the past in a lieWhen I feel like a blackbird in the morning, with no place to fly, fly, fly, fly, flyIt's easy come, it's easy come, and easy goIt's easy come, it's easy come, and easy goIt's easy come, it's easy goWhen I feel like a blackbird in the morning, with no place to fly, fly, fly, flyFly, fly, fly, fly, fly, flyFly, fly, fly, fly, fly, flyFly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly