Black Crows on the Blue SkynAlways making a messnAnd I wake in the morning tangled up in their nestnThey're laughing from phone linesnStealing dreams from my headnIt's time to get up nownAnd I've been long left for deadnnCause some days are better than mostnWhen nobody comes and nobody goesnThere's songbirds up in a rownI'll put in my dime and sing to your ghostnnThey're singing the same songsnAnd wearing the same old clothesnDriving the same drivenBut always driving too slownAnd you bring me back herenBut it's not where I should gonI'm killing time every morningnCursing at the same black crowsnnCause some days are better than mostnWhen nobody comes and nobody goesnThere's songbirds up in a rownI'll put in my dime and sing to your ghostnnYou turned bad I knownIt was your mama that told me sonBut I still love to see you comenAnd I hate to see you gonnCause some days are better than mostnWhen nobody comes and nobody goesnThere's songbirds up in a rownI'll put in my dime and sing to your ghost