Whistling for the Birds - Christy Altomare
Well it looks like the bells are about to chime
Another raised glass for some friends of mine
They've got a brand-new house and a 401 K
And a mapped out plan traveled day by day
Feels like I'm still back playing with sticks and stones
Got a bruise so bad sunk into my bones
Will I ever make sense of my momma's wise words
I keep running my mouth whistling for the birds
Ooooo ooooooo ooooo ooooooo
He had hands of steal and some leather-bound boots
Walked the whole damn world walked right in my roots
Is it hard to believe you could ever just stay
Guess the ground was too soft guess the fields too grey
Feels like I'm still back playing with sticks and stones
Got a bruise so bad sunk into my bones
Will it ever make sense all these tracks that I lay
Still sitting here wondering why you walked away
Ooooo ooooooo ooooo oooooo
Ooooo ooooooo ooooo oooooo