I heard the blackbird sing Ezra Bell

Gone a monday morning
Clothes are start to string
Drowning out the yelling from the homes across the street
For we run in a place now
Where no one wants to be
And the ocean far to distant to grasp

One more money engulfs you
We all hope that you’ll pull through
She might not love you but you’ll do
Just about anything asked

Yeah, people back there who still love me
Ask me when I’m coming home
Maybe I’ll make it I tell them
Then again maybe I won’t

Aren’t wе happy
Aren’t we strange
Arеn’t we lucky that the long haired carpenter came
Come the ugly morning, now now, all parts of me say
You’re lying, you’re lying, you lie

I look out my window there’s nothing but smoke
And a truck with a flag with a tandem in tow
Just what my folks don’t really know
That I’m trying, I’m trying, I try