I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Chorus:
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill looming
Verse 2:
Now I’m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
Chorus:
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, still going down