Black Bird Messages

I found a burnt Marlboro outside my door

I heard ghost footsteps crossing my floor

Cause you don’t live here anymore

Nothing but black Birds in the field

I’m money broke and my feet are sore

Tryin to raise a buck and settle scores

I’ve gotten too used to being poor

I sold the sword I used to wield

Now those black birds get closer everyday

Think they've been sent here ta-take me away

Been sowing the seeds that make men pay

Just not enough to seal the deal

So, come on and take me, I won’t fight

I’ve long since lost the will or might

The tunnels dark, but I see the light

And I’m ready now for flying free -

Like those birds in the field