Sugarfoot's got two hands
Just as long as he can see
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the apple tree
Stands in line just a little behind
The yellow moon that hangs
He's all tangled and he broke his sticks
On the lakes of some chain gang
You oughta see this home that he owns
It's like a box of jewelry
He's got his old church bell in his bed
It lays in the gallery
And all the colors they shine like flames
Comin' in through the window pane
They 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
Stands alone on top of his home
Where all the bluebirds flown
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans to a saxophone
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
Puts his fingers right into the storm
Always wanna stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone worth anything
Has already begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees
In the dirt and 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 wolf inside of me
Is killin' me, gettin' free
I hear he wants my head
With an old ice pick
And he picks 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' to pull me down
Like the birds and the fireflies
They shoot arrows up into the sky
And they burn all the feathers dry
Well he only wants to fill his belly up
With rocks 'til 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