Lyrics:
Ain't it just like dyin''Cept you can still feel the shameAll hands on deck nowThe sea is gettin' rough againYou see him out your windowEven when you close the blindsAnd all you ever wantedWas someone to treat you nice and kindTake a step before runnin'Take a breath now before you dieWhen you work the streets, darlin'Make sure your sneaker laces, they get tiedI'll be your black bird, darlin'Hanging on the old telephone wireFlap my wings on itAnd set your heart afire