Red

I was a quick-wit boy
          	Diving too deep for coins
          	All of your street-wise eyes
          	Locked on my fancy toys
          	
          	Then when the cops closed the fair
          	I cut my long baby hair
          	Stole me a dog eared map
          	And looked for you everywhere
          	
          	Have I found you, Flightless bird?
          	Cold
          	Jealous
          	Weeping
          	
          	Or have I lost you?