City Bird

City bird, city bird
 Fly away from my window, from my window
 'Cause you don't sing
 Like the birds from home sing
 Your song is dying
 I set the table for the ghosts in my home, my home
 And pour the wine, and raise a glass
 For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
 They're entering in their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
 The vision scares, but none compares
 To the dread of drinking alone, mm-hmm
 After the tower was turned to a tomb
 The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
 They could never go in
 So I let them in, ah-ah
 City bird, city bird
 Fly away from my window, from my window
 'Cause you don't sing
 Like the birds from home sing
 Your song is dying
 I light the candle for the ghosts in my home, my home
 And say a prayer to please send care
 For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
 But in their sleep, they claw and scream, "The devil home, the devil's come home!"
 But that nightmare does not compare
 To the demons in sleeping alone, mm-hmm
 After the tower was turned to a tomb
 The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
 And with nowhere to go
 They wash up on Skid Row, ah-ah
 City bird, city bird
 Fly away from my window, from my window
 'Cause you don't sing
 Like the birds from home sing
 Your song is dying