Pheasant Feather

Am I a hunter or a fox?
A pheasant feather on a wooden box
A childhood friend, a bitter end of me

So glad to see you're doin' well
You always have stories to tell
Bring in the bags, I'll pour us both a drink


Through the years, been up and down
I'm still in love, but it's diferent now
Wish someone would tell me what to be

Am I a hunter or a fox?
A pheasant feather on a wooden box
A bitter friend, a jealous end of me

Everything is right here waiting for me
I'm in another town, somewhere over seas
Every single night, when I close my eyes, I cannot sleep


The world is success performed
If I'm down here on the floor


Am I a hunter or a fox?
A pheasant feather on a wooden box
I wish someone would tell me what to be