Everything has its season Everything has its time Show me a reason And I'll soon show you a rhyme Cat's sit on the window sill Children sit in the show Why do I feel I don't fit in Anywhere I go Rivers belong where they can ramble Eagles belong where they can fly I've got to be where my spirit can run free Gotta find my corner, ooh of the sky Every man his daydream Everyman has his goal People like the way dreams have of Sticking to the soul Thunder clouds have their lightning Nightingales have their song And don't you see I want my life To be something more than long, yeah