Bird in hand

I haven't seen your face
In such a long, long time
We were wondering when you might come around
Was it all about money?
Was it just about time?
But we realized just what you're all about

You're all about starving the fever
And feeding the cold
With your bird in hand
You say it keeps you down to earth

Well the morning is a long time coming
And you can see it as plain as day
Was it a hard comedown or are you back for more?
And the winter week's been growing
Tell me do you miss that child?
You know she's getting tall, I saw her yesterday

You're all about starving the fever
And feeding the cold
With your gun in hand
You say it keeps your children warm

And I'm getting old before my time
Looking for what little truth there is to find

I feel those river fingers gripping
All the life that's left inside
Don't try to tell me that you've changed
Your story's getting old
There's the Simon Silk Mill breathing
Breathing her songs into the air
I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much
I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much

You're all about starving the fever
And feeding the cold
With your bird in hand
You say it keeps you down to earth
Down to earth

You're all about starving the fever
And feeding the cold
With your gun in hand
You say it keeps your children warm
Your children warm

It won't get any better
It won't get any better
It won't get any better
It won't get any better