Birds are flying in the trees
It's not like them going to the sea
You don't know
Where they've been
Just shinning like a cosmic wind
It's a groove thing
For you and me
I can see whatever you do
Whatever you might find
Your running out of time
Is that really a crime
Groove it out that's fine
It's a groove thing
For you and me
I can see whatever you do
Walking along the road
Just crazy finding gold