Sugarfoot's got two hands

Just as long as he can see

One hand in the birdfeed

And a hand in the apple tree



Stands in line just a little behind

The yellow moon that hangs

He's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links

Of his own chain gang.



You ought to see this home that he owns,

It's like a box of jewelry

He's got his own church bell

And his bed, it lays in a gallery.



And all the colors they shine like flames

Comin' in through the window pane,

(They) end up gettin' checked over twice

For the reds of someone's veins.



So cold and blown all apart,

So cold and needin' of a heart.

He stands alone on top of his home

Where all the bluebirds flown

Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries

As he moans through the saxophone



Reaches high with his hands in the sky

Puts his fingers right into the storm

Always one to stand under the moon

And blow on his own horn.



Yeah / Yet anyone with anything

Has already begun to think

That somebody down there knows

Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt,

Buried someone's rainbow.



So cold and blown all apart,

So cold and needin' of a heart.

So cold and blown all apart,

So cold and needin' of a heart.



Well I know you ain't my enemy

The only one's inside of me

He's killin' me getting free

I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick

And fix me up on a stick.



And all I've ever gotta be

is anything I wanna be

(Well) Sugarfoot disagrees

He still stands tall underneath that apple tree,

Man, he's still watchin' me.



His chain-gang is tryin'a pull me down

Just like the birds and the fireflies

They shoot arrows up into the sky

And they burn all the feathers dry.



He only wants to fill his belly up

With rocks 'till it hurts, then he stops

He don't know what to do with love

If it don't fill his belly to the top.



So cold and blown all apart,

So cold and needin' of a heart.

So cold and blown all apart,

So cold and needin' of a heart