When I die
I may try to find you
Be forewarned
I may be a bird or a boy born poor
Or made in a country
Planes won’t travel
And not see you anymore
Comin’ around again
Will you know me?
And see who I am?
There in the lines of gesture and face
There in the words...
There in the words...
When I die
I may try to find you
I'm letting you know
I may be a bird or a boy born poor
Or made in a country
Planes won’t travel
And not see you anymore