Crowing - Glen Phillips

Been waiting to find

You could’ve been happier given the time

If he’d make up his mind

You’d give yourself to anybody

Who would cross that line

And it was never a question

He was (you were) crowing for repair

You’d give him love and affection

You couldn’t keep him there

Get over regret

While you were sleeping with the angels

He was under the bed

And the more skin you shed

The more the air in your throat would linger

When you call him your friend

Staring at a cold little hand

Reading fault lines of a smell of a man

You were waiting for a word from above

Wouldn’t you know it, no answer ever did come