The Birdman of Alkatrash

Everytime the bird man comes

He flies overneath the bridge

He swoops down low

And picks me up

And carries me over the ridge

But somehow

I discovered his game

And he no longer seems to fly

Anymore

That way

"Clever fellow, isn't he?"

"Yes, very clever"

But for now

I find it hard

To reason

With myself

And just in case

I can't conceive

Of anybody else

I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all

"What kind of joint is this?"

The time has come

For me to see

Just how much

It means to me

To tell someone

Of what went on

Now that the bird man's gone

Even though you'll find it strange

All along the bird man really was me