A D A D
Sparrows fight with a hawk in flight
A F#m D
The dippers fade away
C#m F#m A D
Slowly, sable turns to white
A D A D
She left her sleeping bag behind
A F#m D
Left her pocket knife
C#m F#m A D
F# watermelon and a lime
A D A D
I found a paper in my coat
A F#m D
Forgotten months ago
C#m F#m A D
She stole my lighter, so I'll use the stove
A D A D
Saw a murder of crows move by
A F#m D
Purple with the night
C#m F#m A D
While starlings murmured to silent types
A D A D
Maybe August 29th
A F#m D
If I make it through July
C#m F#m A D
Thank God for coffee and apple pie