Caged Birds

I'm setting up a table for two,
I'm wielding a black rose for you,
I'm holding this spot,
On the bus stop, for you,

Sing Lalalalalalalalalalalalala

I'll follow you,
Even to hell,
Into the blue,
or a cold jail cell,
Taste Morning dew,
Feel the rail,
Angels coo,
Porcelain and pale,

Caged birds don't have to sing,
Men in comas can't dream,
In a gas mask you don't have to breathe,
Alchoholics don't have to drink,

By the seat of my pants,
And the skin of my teeth,
I carved myself a path,
Through the trees,
Caged birds don't have to sing