Up in the Air.

Do you see the birdie? Right up there?
He's flying so high, up in the air.
But birdie falls down.
Down to the ground.
And it's more than the little birdie can bare.

There birdie goes, plummeting down,
His little body that will never be found.
But I keep on going,
I show no sign of slowing,
Not 'til another comes flying around.

Do you see this birdie? Right up there?
He's flying so high, naught with a care.
No matter what happens,
What breaks and who's battered,
There's always a birdie up in the air.