The birds they sang, at break of day.
 "Start again", I hear them say.
 It's so hard to just walk away.
 The birds they sang, all a choir,
 "Start again a little higher".
 It's a spark in a sea of gray.

 The sky is blue,
 Dreamed that lie 'til it's [bad word] 
 Then takin' back the punch I threw,
 My arms turn wings,
 Oh, those clumsy things
 Send me up to that wonderful world
 And then I'm up with the birds.

 Might have to go where they don't know my name
 Float all over the world just to see her again
 And I won't show or fear any pain,
 Even though all my armor [bad word] in the rain

 simple plot but I know one day
 Good things [bad word] our way
 simple plot but I know one day
 Good things [bad word] our way,
 Oh, yeah...