Bird In Hand

I haven't seen your face
 In such a long, long time
 We were wondering when you might come around
 Was it all about money?
 Was it just about time?
 But we realized just what you're all about
 You're all about starving the fever
 And feeding the cold
 With your bird in hand
 You say it keeps you down to earth
 Well the morning is a long time coming
 And you can see it as plain as day
 Was it a hard comedown or are you back for more?
 And the winter week's been growing
 Tell me do you miss that child?
 You know she's getting tall, I saw her yesterday
 You're all about starving the fever
 And feeding the cold
 With your gun in hand
 You say it keeps your children warm
 And I'm getting old before my time
 Looking for what little truth there is to find
 I feel those river fingers gripping
 All the life that's left inside
 Don't try to tell me that you've changed
 Your story's getting old
 There's the Simon Silk Mill breathing
 Breathing her songs into the air
 I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much
 I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much
 You're all about starving the fever
 And feeding the cold
 With your bird in hand
 You say it keeps you down to earth
 Down to earth
 You're all about starving the fever
 And feeding the cold
 With your gun in hand
 You say it keeps your children warm
 Your children warm
 It won't get any better
 It won't get any better
 It won't get any better
 It won't get any better