Crescent City

You’re a strange bird
You’re a black crow
And you’re darker than the darkest hour before the cock crows
You’re a strange bird
Wanna take a long fly
Over Highway 101 down to Crescent City tide
Where you’ll sit on the white beach while the waves wash up your supper
Sit on the white beach wondering where are the others

The other road the
One less taken
You tried it out you stuck around just trying to fake it
There were good days, ‘til you broke them
There were right words but they always were the ones unspoken
So you sit beneath a tree and wait for manna from the sky
Sit beneath a tree humming “Am I born to die?”

Dirt under your fingernails
Wipe the mud from the windowsill
In this world of sweat and tears
Make a life worth living

It’s a free fall
It’s a high dive
No one really knows what the ocean hides
But you and I, bird
We’re gonna find out
And I’ll be next to you when the lights go out
And we might see some kind of beauty in the water
Flashes all around of a life that you forgot