I can still see you there
In your grass-stained underwear
Dancing crooked circles

Across the golf course green

It must have been 3 a.m.

When we hopped that chain link fence
And ran across the grass
In the pouring rain


Oh and you kept falling down
And rolling on the ground

Like a drunken little bird
Flapping it's broken wings


Flapping your broken wings, flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings in the green, green grass


As if pilgrims with axes
Had never seen the devil dancing
In the silent branches

Of thousand year old trees

As they sailed up the wild coast

Leaning from their wooden boats
Shooting every pretty bird
That rose up from the weeds


When the sun began to rise
I could see it in your eyes

And shining on the golf balls
Lying in the grass


And a rusted chain link fence
A golf cart in a ditch
And the colored flags

You pulled from all the holes

Like jewels on your green dress

My lady of the golf course
Running in your underwear
To greet the cops who'd driven up


Flapping your broken wings, flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings in the green, green grass