Put your foot on the chair
I guess i'm trying to see
Whats on the other side
Of the road behind the trees
Theres a green bird
Tattoed on your chest
It might fly away
And get lost in the night
We all know how it feels
When you just don't fit in
How it hurts inside
How it alienates
The way you spend your days
Looking for something else
Keep on moving the chair
Under the tree, in the garden it will stay