Heron on the path, lanky and lithe
Says pick yourself up man, got to hunt for life
His wings expand and exhale over the sky
A feather for your burden, a fish to survive
Hands on the wheel steering between the lines
Bumper stickers on your rear summarize all that with which you identify
And now happiness is just driving all the time
We're all all raw nerves and shadows
I suppose you already know
Long will we suffer, it can't be denied
And no one in here ever gets out alive
I'm quick to reprimand but slow to repent
It was a shame to discover how our fear paid the rent
And I hear all you hound dogs all right
Howling late into the night