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