When it‘s on you
Like a dark bird
Swooping from nowhere
And you don’t shake it off
It keeps
Nibbling a hole in you
All the while you
Are trying to whistle
And stand upright
Negotiating traffic
Breathing fitfully
Thinking it’s here
Think tomorrow
When it‘s on you
Like a dark bird
Swooping from nowhere
And you don’t shake it off
It keeps
Nibbling a hole in you
All the while you
Are trying to whistle
And stand upright
Negotiating traffic
Breathing fitfully
Thinking it’s here
Think tomorrow
Ron Kozloff 