No birds today
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Just this square patch of gray
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Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
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No words today
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No one knocking at the gate
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I lost my name long before I lost my way
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I wonder what he thinks out there
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Pastures turn from black to green and black again
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The sun it carves a well worn path
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From here to there and the next day back
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No birds today
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Just this dull sky of gray
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Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
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No dust today
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No clouds rising from my driveway
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No hope drifting slowly my way
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I wonder what he thinks in there
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Pastures turn from black to green and black again
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The sun it carves a well worn path
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From here to there and the next day back
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Cold bars of steel
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I'm beginning to dig the feel
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Of all that disappears into....ethereal
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Cold words of hate
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Now I'm seeing how things break
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Much too late now to cure my mistakes
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I wonder what he thinks in there
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Pastures turn from black to green and black again
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The sun it carves a well worn path
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From here to there and the next day back
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No birds today
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Just this barren stretch of gray
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Just this barren stretch of gray
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No Birds Today
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| Cowboy Junkies |
