LUCIE THORNE

##Over In Threes

Wind is whipping this place apart
Rattling windows and a rattling heart
Birds are flying over in threes
Lighting up briefly in the trees

You know it's nasty and you know its name
The question's ugly but the fact remains
Just standing there in broad daylight
He takes another kick from the right

Streaks of grey across a white-wash sky
You don't forget the first big lie
Just like you don't forget the first big hit

This fella's mean streak is a mile wide
You can bet he'll burn it up tonight
Swig from cans behind his bright headlights
You can bet he's saddled up to ride

The question's ugly but the fact remains