The Bird & the Rifle

There's a bird making coffee in the kitchen

And there's a rifle out back smoking cigarettes

And he don't ever really feel like talking

It don't matter what she says

And the bird is always dreaming out the window

Looking at that big, wide open sky

And the rifle, he used to be a dreamer

But he wasn't meant to fly

There's something down on the ground

Won't let her out, it holds her in

And he's afraid if she flies

She'll never come home again

Something 'bout the bird in her

Spreading those wings

Always brings the rifle out in him

But the rifle loves the bird when she's singing

And he knows every word to every song

And the bird, she loves the rifle 'cause he's dangerous

Stubborn and strong

There's something down on the ground

Won't let her out, it holds her in

And he's afraid if she flies

She'll never come home again

Something 'bout the bird in her

Spreading those wings

Always brings the rifle out in him

One night when the autumn wind was perfect

The rifle drank his whiskey and went to bed

And he never even heard the window open

And she ain't come back again