Prehistoric bird Headed for the ocean Can I catch a ride From my view it looks so fun Got to pay our dues Before we hit the coastline Just a ball of blue Somewhere in the sunshine The cities down below I see New York shine like a fire The sparks must be their headlights And the bridges take them higher We proved it once again When we trusted in a feeling But did we ever doubt That the highest was the ceiling The arctic was the first stop Since then I've lost the feeling By taking what I was given And changing it to stealing The bird gave up as I did In this ever coldest weather Hold the flight and spend the night And keep warm between my feathers Prehistoric bird Headed for the ocean Can I catch a ride From my view it looks so fun Got to pay our dues Before we hit the coastline Just a ball of blue Somewhere in the sunshine Just a ball of blue Somewhere in the sunshine Just a ball of blue Somewhere in the sunshine Etc.