if you respond like you did before im not sure that you can and ive lived in your barnyard , babe its a clich but it works me to death , now all thats left is a vision of this bird shes just a dream , but very soon the flame will reach the hay laughing like dynamite bitch , im going away and dont say 'he 's flown the coop ' say 'he burned down the bloody nest ' blackbird opens up for me were free and flying west texas solitaire ghost town , red guitar , girl i do n't know where you are but youre haunting me like a memory i ca n't seem to place or maybe it 's the thought of god that 's left without a trace now the mountains are on fire and the rivers overflow though all that 's in my heart do n't you know ?