A Loon — Kristin Hersh

Some store

Im not going back there anymore

Wandered in

Dont think Ill do that again

No I dont think Ill do that again

I swear

Look at me cross-eyed and I dont know what to do

No I dont know what to do

Crazy loon

Theres a room in his pallet

Theres a pillow for his head

Sees an offshoot in his bottle

When he wants to see me dead

Heirlooms a loon

Never thought Id see that silly grin

Never thought Id see that fool again

Never thought Id love that lunatic

Nothing left to dance around

What a hero

What a black and blue bird

What a loon, a loon

What a loon, a loon