Bad, big and tan(?)
White stick
With a little light
Floats past her on the right 
White stick
On the rock
Groping (?) in the wind
Are you hungry? 

Do you know what to eat floating in the blue
I hear you, your voice
It comes out above my head
Close to you, close to you

There is one bird in my house she said he woke up from a dream 
He heard Mama Cass, he felt better, he found enormous things 
It damped his mood
For a second, then he remembered where he was
He regained his perspective--that felt a
Lot better 

It gets much better, he laid down on his bed 
With the front door open and the sunlight flooding in--to the room 
He smelled thyme
He laid back listening to a fly 

He saw a washing hanging in the sun, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man
Moving uphill
Pursued by a bus he saw a white church with a
Three blue-domed roof, a crucifix on the top and an ant walked along the edge of his book he heard
Another bell and a graying mustache and a moped started up
Sounding like a chainsaw
Of tiny firecrackers 
And he smelled thyme again 
A fly came then along the shaft of sunlight coming through the open door 
He watched it cross the room and get
Halfway and then it 
Turned around and left, he laughed

There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house