Somewhere in between seeing you at the station
Transcendental meditation and looking at the stars
Got me wondering what the hell am I doing
Thinking of you instead of playing my guitar


Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems


I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me


I can't comprehend the gun that I'm under
The roar of the thunder
In my room
I'm a pagan at the altar
Trying to get a notion
But it's like tryin' to fit an ocean in a spoon



Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems


I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me


Woah-oh, anything but me
Anything, woah-oh-oh
Oh, anything but me




Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems



I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me