Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found youuuuuuuuuu
Flightless bird
 jealous,
weeping,
or lost you, 
american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird,
grounded, 
bleeding
or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down