I met you drinking at the pub
Talking casually of love
Your hand fit inside my glove
But I wouldn't join any club
That would have me as a member
You said that you could use a friend
Cajoled me with your violin
Got yourself under my skin
And now you're headed out again
To prove that I don't know your number
And we pick off the bones
There's no use throwing stones
I'm already almost gone
Some birds look better when they're flying
I saw you just the other day
Driving down to Buzzard's Bay
Didn't have a thing to say
Predators in search of prey
Why don't you call me when you're sober?
I left you standing in the rain
Singing, pleading, weather vane
Didn't mean to cause you pain
The season of our disdain
And it's only September
And we pick off the bones
There's no use throwing stones
I'm already almost gone
Some birds look better when they're flying
Well, goodbye, baby, it's all done
You take the moon, I'll take the sun
No wars lost and no wars won
No rotting flesh, no smoking gun
Now we're just a little older
And we pick off the bones
There's no use throwing stones
I'm already almost gone
Some birds look better when they're flying
Some birds look better when they're flying
Some birds look better when they're flying

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