Every time the bird man comes He flies over neath the bridge He swoops down low and picks me up And carries me over the ridge But somehow I discovered his game And he no longer seems to fly Anymore that way Clever fellow, isn't he? Yes, very clever But for now I find it hard To reason with myself And just in case I can't conceive Of anybody else I tried and tried to make it clear That what I want is not real at all What kind of joint is this? The time has come for me to see Just how much it means to me To tell someone of what went on Now that the bird man's gone Even though you'll find it strange All along the bird man really was me