I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins 
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys 
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair 
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you 
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping 
Or lost you, American mouth 
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat 
Nursing my sore blunt tongue 
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks 
 [bad word] on magazine photos 
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold 
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you 
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding 
Or lost you, American mouth 
Big pill stuck going down