Wind Up Bird Lyrics

What am I gonna tell my kids
What am I gonna tell my kin
Gonna write a fairytale
With no end or begin

Everybody’s got a new thing
Everybody’s got to do something
I don’t wanna get a real job
I don’t ever wanna take the monthly
Slap on the wrist, it’s this
Misty whisper in the wind

What do I do when all I see
Don’t make much difference to me

Haruki
Murakami
Author of Kafka on the Shore

What do I do if I swear I heard
The call of a wind-up bird

Everybody’s got a new thing
Everybody’s got to do something
I don’t wanna get a real job
I don’t ever wanna take the monthly
Slap on the wrist, it’s this
Misty whisper in the wind

What do I do when all I see
Don’t make much difference to me
What do I do if I swear I heard
The call of a wind-up bird