We're out of the city limits Our bottles running dry And on the bridge we're sitting, There's no one passing by The distant highway roaring Will never take us far So you go do your dreaming Of girls and classic cars And sure, the birds are pretty They shine in the moonbeams But never trust the big birds They're never what they seem And she was all I needed The water and the air But don't you go look for her 'Cause she will not be there 'Cause she will not be there