I once knew a parrot who lived out of town
Who made a living learning about bird watching
He wore a hat suited for a blue parakeet
With a nest upon his head as he walked down the street
Polishing his marbles and petting his sheep, he said

So with God on his shoulders and a branch for a pipe
And a yellow cockatail that was mostly white
There were rainbows tangled all up in his hair
He said hey, I never brush and the chicks don't care
And so to the edge of space I go
But I stop halfway

The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very high

And just like that, yeah, the flip of a switch
The bird, he said hey, let's get out of this place
My third eye sat pretty so I gave it a bone
And we took a long walk out on the astral zone
He said: You know that thin line between each scene?
The crack you've been crossing from boring to obscene

Beyond the gray trees and the mental trapeze
Where the horses go clip-clop out on the place
And the dissonance leaves with a flap of a wing
And watching the birds is how you make a living
And so to the edge of space I go
But I stop halfway

The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
The walls of the universe are beginning where the end has been

The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very thick
The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
The walls of the universe are beginning where the end has been

The walls of the universe are so very very very high
The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
The walls of the universe are so very very high