It must be strange to just fall from the stage

and snap a bone that is so close to the brain

And be attended to by so many down below

I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above

And you start singing just like light through a black floor

You start sliding like burned skin to a side door



Refrain:

But crow, when you throw yourself under

Singin's hard when you can't loose control

They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin'

And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul



It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore

And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves

And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom

And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes

And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple

You'd start screaming just like Sister Aimee Semple



But Crow, when you throw yourself under

The streets are hard when you cannot lose control

They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin'

And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul

Crow



It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies

Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee

And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter

You covered me with blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby

And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly

They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby



Repeat Refrain





Copyright Earl McGrath Music/Jim Carroll Music ASCAP (1980