Verse 1 Everybody's jumping on the circus train
Well some jump high and some jump off again
And the razz-ma-tazz is rolling women folk unveiled
All truths to light all cross his name
Even high where the eagle circles
Well you can taste tail feathers team
But wonders, am I still a free bird
Or just a part of the machine
Verse 2 We hitched the cover wagons from the rule out west
All the picks in the pockets of their sunday best
Shaking hands, kissing babies for all of their worth
Oh, they'll promise you gold, Promise everyone an earth
Still that old bald eagle circles
It's not the first and that he's seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence
His becoming just another part of the machine
Part of the machine
Chorus I wish I had an eagle like you
To look up too
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Up Above the whole machine
Part of the machine, Part of the machine
Verse 3 Smart guys out running the whole man tribe
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies
Wouldn't take that job offer on a plate
You got to fly with the eagle and he won't wait
Looking Down on the smoke on the factories
Until the truth creeps up unseamed
They see themselves in the faces of their children
And realize they too are part of the machine
Part of the machine
Chorus I wish I had an eagle like you
To wake up too
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
He'll let me be part of the machine
Part of the machine, part of the machine, part of the machine
Part of your machine, part of your machine