Everything has its season, Everything has its time
Show me a reason and Ill soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the window sill, Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go? Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky

Every man has his daydreams, Every man has his goals
People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightening. Nightingales have their song
And don't you see I want my life to be something more than long?

So many men seem destined to settle for something small
But I won't rest until I know Ill have it all
So don't ask where Im going, but listen when Im gone
And far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn