Ever since you moved outnI've been living in the parknI'd rather talk to the windnThan an empty apartmentnnAnd I wish I could forgetnHow a billion birds flew innMy hollow dying heartnThe first time I touched your armnnOnce there were a billion passenger pigeonsnSo many flew by, they darkened the skynBut they were clubbed and shotnNetted, Gassed, and BurnednUntil there was nothing leftnBut vines of empty nestsnI can't believe how easilynA billion birds can disappearnnThe park is empty nownIt's so cold outnAnd all the paddle boatsnAre covered up with snownnOnce again it's darknThe electric lights snap onnBut I'm still sitting herenDrinking frozen beernAnd throwing potato chipsnInto the white snow driftsnJust in case a bird decidesnTo fly through hinter nightnnI can't believe how easilynA billion birds can disappearnOh, I can't believe how easilynA billion birds can disappear