Vic Chesnutt Fodder On Her Wings
A bird fell to earth
Reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
She watched the people how they lived
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their brains
They had dust inside their wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
A bird fell to earth
Reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
She watched the people how they lived
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
She watched them how they tried to live
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
Quel pays
Quel pays
Quel pays
