Mr. Natural - Little Wings

I don’t really know if I ever get to see you again

The branchy things above are breaking in the cold and falling in

Old Mr. Natural made of grass did he burn?

A smokey old scarecrow who would never learn

All of his stuff gets pecked by the birds

A hollow head is all he heard

He invited me to his cardboard chalet

A better time could not be had he’d say

Though he’d mussed up so many other times

He had to ask me anyway

I don’t really know if I’m ever going to see you again

The branches up above are breaking in the cold and falling in

Cover the place when you spread yourself on the ground