You might think that there's as many
As many kind of people in this world
But there's only two kinds the buyers
And the ones who get bought
No there's another kind it's kind
It's a kind that don't belong in a place at all
There's a kind of bird that don't
Have any legs or cant land on nothing
That had to spend it's whole life
On its wings in the air
I seen one once
Had its wings spread out that wide
And you could see right through em
I swore hawks don't catch em
Cuz they don't see em
They don't see him way up in
That high blue sky in the sun
What about the grey weather
Well they fly so angry that
The hawks would get dizzy
See these little birds don't have no legs at all
So they have to live their whole life in the wind
And they sleep on the wind
That's what they do is
Is spread their wings out
And go to sleep on the wind
