Lyrics:

Started out late
In my dirty plaid coat
They all 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 three a.m. they were pigeons
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
Made of coffee and guitars