Any old day you say, Ain't gonna fade away Early in the morning About the break of day The earlybird is working So his life don't fade away Spends his life denying that He's got no time for flying In the breeze

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree