Soft hands touching my face   Wash off all those bad days   Cloud shapes and ships lost at sea   Comprise the things that build me      And Dad, he gives lectures about ethics and good business   While Mom fixes dinner and a warm drink for her babies   Well I went off to college and I found me a dream   I saw myself in writing but I never could read   I settled down in numbers sold my body for free   And now I feel like a ghost because I can’t see myself in anything      Now bills come, old friends are gone   We rehearse our swan song   Summer puts grass on the lawn    Mow it ‘fore it gets long      And oh I’m not so sure about Cambridge and dependence   And now what I pray for is a big break or a finish   Sometimes it gets so tight in here I can’t even breathe   So I drink a hundred beers and now I can’t even see   I could retire to my music and just hope I can be   Someday not to far considered free      (As a blackbird singing in the dead of night)   Take my broken wings and learn to fly   All my life   I was only waiting for my moment to arrive