ever since you moved out i ve been living in the park i d rather talk to the wind than an empty apartment and i wish i could forget how a billion birds flew in my hollow dying heart the first time i touched your arm once there were a billion passenger pigeons so many flew by they darkened the sky but they were clubbed and shot netted gassed and burned until there was nothing left but vines of empty nests i can t believe how easily a billion birds can disappear the park is empty now it s so cold out and all the paddle boats are covered up with snow once again it s dark the electric lights snap on but i m still sitting here drinking frozen beer and throwing potato chips into the white snow drifts just in case a bird decides to fly through hinter night i can t believe how easily a billion birds can disappear oh i can t believe how easily a billion birds can disappear