City Bird

City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, from my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying I set the table for the ghosts in my home, my home And pour the wine, and raise a glass For the guests in my home, mm-hmm They're entering in their skin and in their bones, still in their bones The vision scares, but none compares To the dread of drinking alone, mm-hmm After the tower was turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker They could never go in So I let them in, ah-ah City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, from my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying I light the candle for the ghosts in my home, my home And say a prayer to please send care For the guests in my home, mm-hmm But in their sleep, they claw and scream, "The devil home, the devil's come home!" But that nightmare does not compare To the demons in sleeping alone, mm-hmm After the tower was turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker And with nowhere to go They wash up on Skid Row, ah-ah City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, from my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying