Iron And Wine- Flightless Bird American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy

Diving too deep for coins

All of your straight blind eyes

Wide on my plastic toys

And 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 bill looming




Now I’m a fat house cat

Cursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

Curl through the wide/white fence cracks

Kissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream



Have I found you?

Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding

Or lost you?

American mouth

Big bill, stuck going down