Bird

Bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes
Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow
Headful of melodies nobody knows
How he landed in a poor man's clothes

There's a bird on his right got a baby on her breast
Bills piled up like a deadman's chest
Whole lotta nothing waiting for em' out west
Why they never bothered ever leaving this nest

Dog on a chain wearing circles in the lawn
Barking at the moon and howling at the dawn
Growling in the mirror with the curtains drawn
One day he was nearly gone

Pig's in the mud and there's another in the pan
Fill my stomach in a twenty minute span
Spill my blood for an acre of land
Never growing nothing but a bucket of sand

And a bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes
Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow
Headful of melodies nobody knows
How he landed in a poor man's clothes

He's got a headful of melodies nobody knows