When you are kingly dressed
In a cloud of childhood memories
Crawling down in
That warm safe box
Your thoughts carry
Golden linings

Floating back to that wooden shack
Drifting into your childhood zoo

And this phantom bird that you
Once saw hidden in exile
The feathers still so soft and white
From all this dirt you've been seeing

You train of thoughts
Are floating
Down this warm
And gently stream
Before these days of drinking
Before these days of nicoteen