There's a bird making coffee in the kitchen And there's a rifle out back smoking cigarettes He don't ever really feel like talking It don't matter what she says And the bird is always dreaming out the window Looking at that big wide open sky And the rifle, he used to be a dreamer But he wasn't meant to fly Something down on the ground Won't let her out, it holds her in And he's afraid if she flies She'll never come home again Something 'bout the bird And her spreading those wings Always brings the rifle out in him But the rifle loves the bird when she's singing And he knows every word to every song And the bird, she loves the rifle Cause he's dangerous, stubborn and strong Something down on the ground Won't let her out, it holds her in And he's afraid if she flies She'll never come home again Something 'bout the bird And her spreading those wings Always brings the rifle out in him One night when the autumn wind was perfect The rifle drank his whiskey and went to bed And he never even heard the window open And she ain't come back in