Christine Fellows - Migrations lyrics

Scarecrow in a pale dress Face pressed on this greasy gas station window White River, Ontario Sidelong looks at boys Lined up like beer cans on a fence Pissing away this blurry afternoon And under her breath she says "Would you pick me up? I'm light as a feather Though I'm not afraid I am not brave enough to offer" He was beautiful and mean Could never put things right At seven stole a bottle and chose his antidote Faked his own d**h at fourteen Left his clothes and a note by the riverbed And floated away "Won't you pick me up? I'm light as a feather Though I'm not afraid I am not brave enough to offer" Station wagon full Family of six rattling home The long way down the Trans-Canada Black bird on a hydrowire Plummets as they pa** Who turns to watch as it lands in the muddy field "Won't you pick me up? I'm light as a feather Though I'm not afraid I am not brave enough to offer Pick me up I'm light as a feather I am not afraid"