Stony Bird

I was sitting on my porch

on a Sunday afternoon

with my head up in a cloud

I was looking for the moon

And then suddenly a bird

made a nest right on my nose

then it swooped down from its nest

and it landed on my toes

But the bird was not a bird

'cause the bird was made of stone

when it landed on my toes

I felt the crunching of a bone

Then I lit a cigarette

and it blew up in my face

then I looked me in the eye and stated

seems you've lost the race

Another moment flew me by

and my eyes were running dry

so I put them in my mouth

please don't try to ask me why

But the sun was at its height

in a moment we'd see night

listening to paradise

just my stony bird and I

But the bird was not a bird

'cause the bird was made of stone

when it landed on my toes

I felt the healing of a bone

Then I lit a cigarette

and I took a real deep drag

then I looked me in the eye and stated

seems you've won the race.