To Cry You a Song

Flying so high, trying to remember
 how many cigarettes did I bring along?
 When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
 driving through London town
 to cry you a song.
 It's been a long time --
 still shaking my wings.
 Well, I'm a glad bird
 I got changes to ring.
 Closing my dream inside its paper-bag.
 Thought I saw angels
 but I could have been wrong.
 Search in my case,
 can't find what they're looking for.
 Waving me through
 to cry you a song.
 It's been a long time --
 still shaking my wings.
 Well I'm a glad bird
 I got changes to ring.
 Lights in the street,
 peeping through curtains drawn.
 Rattling of safety chain taking too long.
 The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before --
 Came down from the skies
 to cry you a song.