Prehistoric bird

Headed for the ocean

Can I catch a ride

From my view it looks so fun

Got to pay our dues

Before we hit the coastline

Just a ball of blue

Somewhere in the sunshine



The cities down below

I see New York shine like a fire

The sparks must be their headlights

And the bridges take them higher

We proved it once again

When we trusted in a feeling

But did we ever doubt

That the highest was the ceiling



The arctic was the first stop

Since then I've lost the feeling

By taking what I was given

And changing it to stealing

The bird gave up as I did

In this ever coldest weather

Hold the flight and spend the night

And keep warm between my feathers



Prehistoric bird

Headed for the ocean

Can I catch a ride

From my view it looks so fun

Got to pay our dues

Before we hit the coastline

Just a ball of blue

Somewhere in the sunshine



Just a ball of blue

Somewhere in the sunshine

Just a ball of blue

Somewhere in the sunshine

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