You're wolfing down your heart You've hollowed out your soul Your empty hands are enough to starve from But still full enough to choke Black crows, they're waiting for you They know your ego's an empty bowl You're searching to hold on to Just something you can use The crumbs you dropped, the threads from your buttons The laces off of your own shoes Black crows, they're waiting for you They know your ego's an empty bowl Climb to the top of your world To find that there's nobody there One set of boots at a time on the summit It's lonely when there's no room to share Black crows, they're circling you They know your ego's an empty bowl The heart's to be given away Just as it was made The soul's a much more ephemeral engine Not tethered to earth-bound ways So, say hello and settle in Or hop upon the slightest breeze If it doesn't take you where you hoped it would go May it land you square on your knees Black crows, they're waiting for you They know your ego, your ego Black crows on the telephone poles You know your ego, you ego Black crows on the side of the road They know your ego's an empty bowl Whoa You're wolfing down your heart