C major 7 Dm 7 Horses run through the valley At 4 am We wake up and walk the winding path from our tent down to the river F G C and You jump in without a bathing suit G the river is oh so dark C major 7 And it runs through the night like a black cat F* Like a vicious kind of forecast Dm G of suburbs and police helicopters Dm G You reached for her hand but you dropped her Am While looking at your phone F and soon these fields will be full of shining hotels E7 where you can watch the world slowly die from a fancy rooftop bar Cmaj7 Am Wildfires paint these skies as you drive there in your car Dm7 Plastic lights in all colors that flicker on and off and on and off Cmaj7 And wish you a merry christmas Dmaj7 This is where he goes Cmaj7 To play the black keys for money Dm G But he keeps his memory close Am of that night when the horses came E It will make him lose hos confidence Dm7 The audience cries out for Billie Holiday E7 But complain about strange fruit F G C You jumped in without a bathing suit G F G C Am Up on the hill where poppies grow, we sit and watch the city glow, brighter than the stars F G Am That's when I tape feathers to my heart

C F Dm G C F Dm G Am Birdman wakes up in his bed takes the money from yesterday put it in his pockets but his bird suit on put on his shoes bird shoes head out people staring feathers in his hair feathers everywhere but he don’t care goes to the venue set up the stage microphone, cables a mess water bottle guitar strap get ready everyones excited atmosphere hes gonna put on a show Welcome everybody we got the fantastic bird man tonight on stage we got all these precious moments to share together let’s keep it up for bird man everybody baaa baaa pow pow mic stand to the floor wings spread he’s eating someones bread he’s chasing a little dog out the door, biting in his tail an old man is crying of fear another bottle hits the floor bash that’s what the bird man do thats’ what the bird man do

D G A sort of all through Sorry man for taking time to answer you again I know I'm such a lazy friend Your last message really made me smile I've been thinking about that for a while I need to get a license to drive, we could drive everywhere we're going to France man, we're going to Spain up the coast and stuff trying hard to breathe through our corona masks I know you bought a midi keyboard we could go tropic on those vibes all the sweaty french girls will scream out into the night smash the stage, never know why, give you weird drugs and never face reality again My hair will fuck my face, 'cause that's how I roll I don't need no bandana like that guy in Dire Straits to look cool I don't need no hotel, no bar, no pool just give me a tattoo in every town we pass Bilbao, Bayonne and La Rochelle give me a kitchen floor and a blanket And I sleep fine on the way down We'll meet all these cool bands, we'll be shitting our pants with anxiety We'll be running the streets and I will be blaming you for a bag of oranges what did you know? what did you do man? You disappear in the morning with your new found lover Johnny from Paris with his pull over sweaters and cool taste in black and white movies and that necklace with an octopus he got in Port Louis I will try to perform on my own but it will be a comedy of sadness an empty chair and an empty mattress the alcohol and the madness 20 years on the road looking for my long fingered partner your picture on the piano with a rose and my finger on the trigger every night I will do a cover of that song you wrote in a gas station in San Sebastian in 1991 I will scream out your name in the middle of the night every night I will scream out your name in the middle of night in the middle of Europe somewhere in an empty parking lot I will cry out your name I will settle down with a goat and a distillery machine in west Ukraine broken hearted in a village known for it's yearly pumpkin growing contest and the rest of my life I'll do whatever it takes I said I'll do whatever it takes man! I'll do whatever it takes I'll do whatever it takes To win that contest