Flapping Your Broken Wings

I can still see you there
 In your grass-stained underwear
 Dancing crooked circles
 Across the golf course green
 It must have been 3 A.M.
 When we hopped that chain link fence
 And ran across the grass
 In the pouring rain
 Ah and you kept falling down
 And rolling on the ground
 Like a drunken little bird
 Flapping its broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 In the green green grass
 As the pilgrims with axes
 Never seen the devil dancing
 In the silent branches
 Of thousand-year-old trees
 As they sailed up the wild coast
 Leaning from their wooden boat
 Shooting every pretty bird
 That rose up from the weeds
 When the sun began to rise
 I can see it in your eyes
 And shining on the golf balls
 Lying in the grass
 And a rusted chain link fence
 A golf cart in a ditch
 And the colored flags
 You pulled from all the holes
 Like jewels on your green dress
 My lady of the golf course
 Running in your underwear
 To greet the cops that'd driven up
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 In the green green grass
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 Flapping your broken wings
 In the green green grass