Black crows flying in your wheat field Babies cryin', all you got's a paper shield It don't make much sense to you Who said it had to? Most folks smile away the blues I mean I... I guess they do You never really know for sure but I'm surviving on this hunch that everybody else is hurtin' too He was crazy Crazy but able So he excused himself from cleaning up the stable This is the way that horses die This is the way you learn to lie- by sacrificing the real and forgetting how to feal I loved him like fire We both had similar burning desires He kept expecting it all to work out down here I just hang on to holy fear Now I know how far out I'm getting here But it's a dark night walk- the life of fear And I'm trying to choose the words that'll chase away the birds Good God, just hurry up and come down here