Black Crow outside my window, I feel a new age coming She's walking on red roofs, With a beak like yellow paint Is this some kind of omen?, Or am I superstitious? But that's not the question, And the answer is too late Black crow outside my window, She takes a bite and flies on I could wait for her to return, Or I could go to lunch Yeah I could go for Chinese, Something sweet and spicy I could go for you, anytime at all Black crow outside my window, Is it the same as yesterday Or do they have my number?, Knowing I'll be there Fly Away... Sitting at my keyboard, Staring at antennas The last time the phone rang, Must have been a hundred years If history is over, And all the poetry dried up You'd still be my Cleopatra, I'm your Marc Anthony man When I was seventeen, Now that's an age that lingers Always driving and thinking, Much too much of that Black Crow outside my Window, You know I wish it was snowing So her three pronged walking footprints, Would still be here after she's gone Fly Away...