Telephone Wires

well where would birds land if not for telephone wires

and where would i stand without the sticky feet of desire

and should the sin of this precipice soon expire

i'll be like a city bird without a wire



well i got nothin' but defiance to define me by

and i got nothin' short of a world to defy

my bones are built of sun and milk and honey when it flows

and reinforced by a healthy course of sticks and stones



i'm 8% crude and 92 reaction

i don't settle for telephone wires in fact they're satisfaction

just another branch amidst the rough a blanched landscape

cuz it's not what we want but what we've got to create