Just as long has he can see
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the apple tree
He stands in line,
Just a little behind
A yellow moon that hangs
He\\\'s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
Of his own chain gang
(repeat intro)
It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart
It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart
(repeat intro but play first three notes twice)