Lyrics:

Started out late

In my Dirty Plaid Coat

Watched my heel

Lift the dead satin dress

From the ground

One day I touched it with my hands

And it scattered like scared birds

By 3a.m. they were pidgeons

With drinking problems and bad luck

On God's front porch

Where the wind

Is dense with insects

Where the wind

Is dense with bugs

Made of coffee and guitars