Birds

Spring The time of year when tourists shiver on the beach Baby birds begin to fall out of the sidewalk trees Well, sometimes when it rained We'd grab a fifth and find a place to watch the planes One night, we saw a Boeing trailing flames And you said, "They make it or they don't" You bought a point-and-shoot To try to document your visions of the truth Cut your teeth on gritty portraits for the local zines Snapping everywhere we'd go We rode to Coney and you shot a couple rolls And the boney kid who broke my nose was glad to Pose biting on a bodega rose Hey Yeah, then we crashed on the train, (yeah) I woke up and saw the sun rising (huh) With your head on my knees (yeah) And I closed my eyes I saw a flicker of your face Above the candle with a sticker of a saint Lit a cig and then you pulled me into the smoke Then I was driving in the snow You and Nick were scared, yelling where to go But the Firebird was skidding all over the road I said, "Damn thing's dancing on its own We make it or we don't" Huh We're passed out on the train (uh) I woke up to find the sun blinding (hey) You were still sound asleep (hey) So I closed my eyes Then I was walking in a hazy field near where I'm from Passed out on the train Yeah, I'd just clipped my first dove with my father's shotgun I was bleeding in the sunlight I found her among the sunflowers, still flapping her wings (huh) With your head on my knees I scooped her gently into my hands, and I set her free (huh, huh) And love on my mind