Sugarfoot

Sugarfoot's got two hands just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed and a hand in the apple tree He stands in line just a little behind the yellow moon that hangs He's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links of his own chain gang You ought to see this home that he owns it's like a box of jewelry He's got his own church bell in his bed it lays in a gallery And all the colors they shine like flames comin' in through the window pane End up gettin' checked over twice for the reds of someone's veins So cold and blown all apart So cold and needin' of a heart He stands alone on top of his home where all the bluebirds flown Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries as he moans through the saxophone Reaches high with his hands in the sky puts his fingers right into the storm Always one to stand under the moon and blow on his own horn Yet anyone with anything has already begun to think that somebody down there knows Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt buried someone's rainbow So cold and blown all apart So cold and needin' of a heart So cold and blown all apart So cold and needin' of a heart Well I know you ain't my enemy the only one's inside of me is killin' me getting free I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick and fix me up on a stick And all I've ever gotta be is anything I wanna be and Sugarfoot disagrees He still stands tall underneath that apple tree man, he's still watchin' me His chain gang is tryin'a pull me down like the birds and the fireflies They shoot arrows up into the sky and they burn all the feathers dry He only wants to fill his belly up with rocks 'till it hurts, then he stops He don't know what to do with love if it don't fill his belly to the top So cold and blown all apart So cold and needin' of a heart So cold and blown all apart So cold and needin' of a heart