Hummingbird...?   You've lost your bedroom eyes   Oh, ah, mmm, mmm, mmm      I stole this night for you and me   All I've got are some tin cans, some string, my back and a trampoline      I've got The Slowdown Family locked up inside my speakers   Gasping for air and screaming for quiet and freedom      We all need a friend who's a poet and locked away   So the things he reads and hears won't affect what he writes and says      And that's why every 12" copy of 'Dark Side of the Moon'   Should still have bits of green all stuck down in the gatefold      Where are all the satellites on this night?   It seems the clouds came out to suffocate the starry night sky      Johnny Walker (Black) is our best friend   'Cause when he kisses our lips, he dares to do it again      We all need a friend who's bottled up and left to mature   So his fingers won't be bleeding from skim-reading death tolls of another-man's war      ...And no the message to this song   Probably wasn't worth the wait   One "would be protest-song" turned "loss-of-hope song" too late      So don't live your life to please   And don't take more than you need   'Cause this is give and take, just don't forget the former      We're not in Kansas anymore      Hey, I'm Jaime, I burn bridges, put fires out by lying   I've inhaled more smoke than air today   You'll grow old, and I'll die trying, oh      We're not in Kansas anymore   (We're not in Kansas anymore)   We're not in Kansas anymore      We're not in Kansas anymore   (We're not in Kansas anymore)