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
Сalled for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird,
jealous, weeping
or lost you, american mouth
Big bill 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 bill stuck going down