Waxwings

The sun on the maples is like an indelible stain
 Happy red pinevarmints must be raising Cain
 And here out west the blazes sketch a frightful domain
 Maybe them waxwings will come back again
 From a lonely burnt out shanty in the morning I can tell
 The fog is lifting off the chapparal
 Where the solitary lion and the toyon dwell
 Those Channel Islands cast a haunting spell
 Like a winter's freeze or a vernal breeze that blows forever more
 Friends and neighbors always at the door
 And just like sandy shorelines that vanish in the storm
 They don't come around here anymore
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 Now, the annual migrations are as solid as your word
 Too many promises becomes absurd
 But my faith may be forever shattered if not for
 Just one more visit from that spectacled bird
 Like a winter's freeze or a vernal breeze that blows forever more
 Friends and neighbors always at the door
 And just like sandy shorelines that vanish in the storm
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore
 They don't come around here anymore