Stage

All the blue birds gone

The wind carried on

The crows have become suspicious

Of the state of my lawn

We're getting near the end

I thought you were my friend

It's getting way too late for me to mend

What will you do?

When they come after you

Will you sink between the hard place

the bottle and the view

It's easy on you

What's the matter you

So you've lost your point of view

Now you're two feet back with

Nothing left to do

Haven't much to say

I guess I've been okay

I'm just a little burned out

Since you came my way

What will you do?

When they applaud after you

Your stick between a hard place bottle and the zoo

It's easy on you

But you find the way

Or you evaporate

And I'm sinking

In the quicksand

Im sinking

Into the mud