Scarecrow Blues
I used to have a blue bird on my shoulder
As I kept watch a field of velvet trees
Should have seen the cold front comin’
When the leaves were changing red from green
Now since she’s left the nights are getting longer
The black-necked crows keep pecking at my strings
And all the things that came between us
Pale beside the void her absence brings
They say a broken hearts a right of passage
They say it takes a weak man, makes him strong
But my bodies worn and tattered
And nothing else could feel so wrong
If I had knees I’d ask her for forgiveness
Don’t know why it took so long to see
I’m alone by my own doing
Just a scarecrow hanging in the breeze
I’m alone by my own doing
Just a scarecrow hanging in the breeze
-11/08/2010
