A Drunken Eagle 02/10/88

Talking and eating with friends and the such
Never thought that we would amount to much
Laughing at the grinding and the shifting of the clutch
Isn't it sad that we've grown out of touch

Can you see my wings?

Walking to the store when I was twelve years old
Buy myself a soda that was always cold
Never holding to promises that we told
Now I've got this heavy soul that I've got to hold

Don't you see my wings?

Is it only in my brain or are we losing ground
Only kings of yesteryear were ever crowned
But that's all lost never to be found
Just like our innocents that we bury down town

Getting drunk for the first time seemed like such a thrill
Or smoking up pot then eating to our fill
But then I start to wonder an I wonder still
I have seen it murder, I have seen it kill

Look at my wings

I am drunk as I write this so it may be absurd
When you think about all the things that you just heard
I wish that I could say that I was free as a bird
And the alcohol helps coz the bars are all a blur

I can't see my prey because I'm up so high
And my wings begin to falter as I think of things gone by
I am still an eagle but I now begin to cry
It's so cold up here the tear is frozen in my eye

My claws do not hold fast as I perch upon the limb
Fog, snow and pollution have made my landscape grim
I see the hunter come as the sun grows very dim
I scream that I'm an Eagle but that doesn't hinder him