You're tired of searching That wide horizon For the glimpse of a wing Or some feathered thing flying You're tired of waiting For those little white birdies to come You've got your friends And you've gor your family, And you need their love And their understanding. But you're still waiting for those Little white birdies to come. And they never come. And you'll still be waiting Till you're lying there dying And you'll still be searching That wide horizon. Looking out the window To see if those little white birdies have come. You'll be looking out the window To see if those little white birdies have come. But they never come, They never come, They never come.