What do you wanna be? I don't know. And what do you wanna feel? I can't tell you. And what do you wanna see? I don't know. Just take me down to the watering hole.
I went down to the drug store to check my head. Against the bright light but she caught me from behind. Though I did not know, though I could not see.
The river of doubt gave birth to a, a beautiful stone. And in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own. So I picked it up and I held it to the sky.
Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes. Oh, they're scattered across the sky. Oh, I wonder, I wonder these steep hills. Into the great light. . Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes.