Richard Oakes gave me a call
From San Francisco late in the fall
He said, ?It's going down.

We're going to take the island
As a monument to the smallpox blankets
And the bureaucrats


You catch a bus tomorrow
And if we die here

At least we'll make the choice
And if we're fine here
We can tell the boys

That a line in the sand don't matter
If you don't care
That a bird in the hand is worthless

If you're too scared.?

So I clear my name and clear my throat

Find my voice and here we go again
I need a place to stand
I hear sirens down the street from the third shift bar

I'm going to park my car in the painted-off place where the bikers park
We'll see what happens then


And if I die here
Well at least I made a choice
And if I'm fine here

You should tell the boys
That a line in the sand don't matter
If you don't care

That a bird in the hand is worthless
If you're too scared


My friends keep calling, I don't pick up
I've got nothing to say that I won't just make up anyway
I've got all this %#@! to do

I turned you off on the radio
I turn around- it's in a TV show.
I turned that off too

I remember when I knew you

And if I am gonna find you

Well I have made my choice
And if I'm fine here
You should tell the boys

That a line in the sand don't matter
If you don't care
That a bird in the hand is worthless

If you're too scared

That a line in the sand don't matter

If you don't care
That a bird in the hand is worthless
If you're too scared