Crows Talk

Got this shadow hanging over me Solo walk in the cemetery I'll just sit with the graves Feeding peanuts to the crows They something I don't know So quiet hear what they've got to say Don't look now They've started gathering round Brought my pen and notebook Imma write it down Staring out in disbelief Is anyone seeing what I see Look around I guess the jokes on me Stepping our from under Willow trees A thousand beady eyes on me I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready Don't look now They've started gathering round Brought my pen and notebook Imma write it down Go to lots of places and Remember all faces Of the people all the sweeties And the faces of the meanies Own nothing And spread your wings Make a lot of noise And Shit on things Life so small From a sky view Little people In city zoos Come to think of it you and me Always looking at different scenes Even staring at exact same things Guess I've never ever quite believed There'd be such a variety Of what is real What is real what is real