Flightless Bird

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 you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth Big pill looming...

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine. (Twilight)