Making your way through an orangepeel orchard
  Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched
  and Spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree
  You weren't kissed there you were pissed in the lavatory
  And shaving is something that you grew out of
  and it would take a heat wave to get you to take your jacket off.
  
  You hang around the square watching someone kick the boys in
  With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the poison
  Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield
  It's been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield
  
  And don't forget that day you remembered
  When you saw fish swim in the sewage system river
  And keep revising that picture in your mind
  When you left home and the crow's behind
  and the Apples were sweet and summers were long
  digging in your bare feet on a short yellow lawn
  You used to stifle a smile or forget not to yawn
  Do all the things that men do when they're To the River Born.
  
  With fifty-five pense between his two fingers
  And a swirling head as the feeling of hunger lingers
  Sing some stupid songs about crows in the wheatfield
  It's been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield
  Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield
  You knew all along you were a crow in the wheatfield