Have I Found You, Grounded, Bleeding, or Lost You?

[Country Life - Sylvia Baxter]

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous,
weeping or lost you?

-Iron and Wine, Flighless Bird