BLACK CROW

Black crow outside my window
I feel a new age coming
She’s walking in red roofs
With a beak like yellow paint
Is this some kind of omen?

Or am I superstitious?
But that’s not the question
And the question is too late

Black crow outside my window
She takes a bite and flies on
I could wait for her to return
Or I could go to lunch Yeah
I could go for Chinese
Something sweet and spicy
I could go for you
Anytime at all

Black crow outside my window
Is it the same as yesterday
Or do they have my number?
Knowing I’ll be there

Fly away - Fly away - Fly away - Fly away

Sitting at my keyboard
Staring at antennas
The last time the phone rang
Must have been a hundred years
If history is over
And all the poetry dried up
You’d still be my Cleopatra
I’m your Marc Anthony man
When I was seventeen
Now that’s age that lingers
Always driving and thinking
Much too much of that
Black crow outside my window
You know I wish it was snowing
So her three pronged walking footprints
Would stay after she’s gone

Fly away - Fly away - Fly away - Fly away…