Parked the cab by the rusted gate
Late shift driver and a heavy fate
Saw a shape in the clover green
The strangest sight I have ever seen
Grey wings folded on the oil stain
Cold wind cutting like a sudden rain
White feather ground in the backyard mud
Cold winter chill in the pumping blood
He is sleeping where the tall grass grows
Where the heavy river water flows
Eyes are closed like a shutter door
He can't hunt on the prairie floor
Tangled up in the workshop vine
Crossing over a jagged line
Grey wings folded on the oil stain
Cold wind cutting like a sudden rain
White feather ground in the backyard mud
Cold winter chill in the pumping blood
He is sleeping where the tall grass grows
Where the heavy river water flows
I have driven through the city haze
Lost in a concrete and neon maze
But this bird is a heavy load
Far away from the open road
White feather ground in the backyard mud
Cold winter chill in the pumping blood
He is sleeping where the tall grass grows
Where the heavy river water flows
Pick him up with a steady hand
Stranger lost in a lonely land
Put him back in the cedar tree
Let the wild spirit finally be
White feather ground in the backyard mud
Cold winter chill in the pumping blood
He is sleeping where the tall grass grows
Where the heavy river water flows
Shift the gear and I turn the key
One more soul that is drifting free
Back to the curb and the yellow light
Heading home in the middle of night
White feather ground in the backyard mud
Cold winter chill in the pumping blood
He is sleeping where the tall grass grows
Where the heavy river water flows
White feather ground.
Just a fare for the night.
