Rookery (Live)

[Verse 1]

Birch tree lost its branch one day in violent winter

I said it was grieving, you said it don't feel nothing

I bet you think everything's in its rightful place

That sentiment is man's disgrace

[Verse 2]

Well the rooks in the trees, they don't half bother me

Clawing at my mind with every given opportunity

It's spring outside, a perilous sky and that terrible clattering sound

"Go ahead, you should go shoot them down"

That's what you said, "You should go shoot them down"

[Verse 3]

So hey, that's me

Shooting at a hundred-year-old rookery

Oh, look at me

The definition of futility

That's what they'll say anyway

Won't they, babe?

[Verse 4]

So I'll go back to working through the gentle hours of the evening

Where the weather and the wine and the company treat me easily

Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye

Unknowing am I of the wind

[Outro]

Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye

Unknowing am I of the wind