Lyrics:
Bird Andrew The Swimming Hour

Standing on the corner Plastic cup in her hand Standing on the corner Saving for some gin You don't need to ask where she's been or what's up She'll

I'm a breather mail receiver And I don't know where I stand Not since someone informed me That my house was built on sand And it's not the earth beneath

With my feet A disposition Fell over me The armory wall was bleeding The restless child was reading I was swimming Could hardly stand The swimming hour

On the way to Greenland I shall find All the disparate fragments of my mind I shall return a different man And darling do All that I can On the way

I've been driving all night Bathing in flourescent light Of a western Tennessee gas station With a pack of two-way action I'm subsisting on a fraction

Why? Why'd you do that? You shouldn't have done that If I told you once, I told you three times You'll get your punishment when you Show me your crimes

Everybody's talking Nobody's listening Everybody's sweating Nobody's glistening Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he