There’s no surefire way to kill this bird,
Said Jack to Jackie in the parlour,
Who taunts and darts around the garden,
While they hold hands and sip ice-cream soda,
Autumn leaves fall in the twilight hours and straws push through the mixture,
They took the stone and the other bird, took off down the road towards home,
But how can they think what they wanna think, when everything they thought has been thought.
The stone they put in the gazebo and the bird they held into the cage,
As they sat and talked on the porch, decided destiny had already been played,
And how can they sing their own song when the song has already been sung.
It’s the little things that Jack delights in,
Like the kiss on the side of her neck,
It’s the little things that she sees in him,
Love is their reason for living,
And at night hoot the owl came,
Whoosh went the tires of the milktruck,
As they sat in the dark and the cold set in,
They knew tomorrow would come again.
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