Wake up on a cloudy morning
A monsoon's gonna come
I see you've lost that spring in your step
But now you've gotta run
Sit up on the moon alone
And talk to your scarecrow
You can't make up
For what's done in the past
So please just let it go
But if you noticed
Well then, one thing's true
That if you strike out
You won't feel so blue
Cause every birdcage
Has a keyhole, right
I see the moment
You break free and take flight
The walls come crashing down