Sometimes I wonder where swans go to die
Or what they do when the good weather’s gone
I guess they fly south, but I never see’em fly

I’m right by a lake watching three swanlings try
Almost summer and the sun’s goin strong
You ever wonder where swans go to die?

When big fish jump, are they chasin the sky—
Or just tired of swimming all day long?
They wanna fly south but don’t know how to fly

I go to the mirror, and there’s this old guy
Guess he’s sorta been there all along
You ever wonder where you’ll go to die?

Hard to admit you forgot how to cry
And on top’a that you been shelled like a prawn
You’d fly away but don’ know how to fly

Hard to ignore that big fear stoppin by
Just try to picture first light on a fawn
And don’t ever wonder where swans go to die

Wish I could run like the hummingbirds fly
Oz tol’ me I coulda been home all along
Might get there Monday if I get me a ride

I go to the store but don’t know what to buy
Why not give up and go sleep on the lawn?

Sometimes I wonder where swans go to die
Prolly go south, but they walk—they don’t fly.