Was it love or recognition that has
Healed this man's condition
oh I'm hoping and I'm wishing that
This bird won't fly away
We can see life hand in hand,
The green, the blue, the rough, the sand
And in our time and in our land
We'll savor everyday

And oh, how our glory may fade,
Babe, well, at least we've learned
Some things along the way

You took me from my bubble
Knowing my defense was weak
And you sat there and you listened
Any time I chose to speak
oh and you gathered from my pleas to
You that I am but a clown
And I fear only a hero can defeat
These demons now

And oh, how our glory may fade,
Babe, well, at least we've learned some
Tricks of trade

And as time shall inevitably move on,
mm well, at least we'll have four strong
Legs to stand on
To keep us alive...