so we're kicking a ball on one cold chilly morn
except for old gary, he's looking forlorn
though the morning was freezing, he shook and perspired
"my friend, what's the matter?" I calmly enquired

he said "nothing is wrong," but his cold vacant stare towards a tree in my yard with a nest that lay bare showed me that the droop in my precious friend's mouth was caused by a pigeon who'd had to fly south

cos my friend gary,
he's in love with a pigeon
i saw him watching her from the window in the kitchen
it just isn't right
he couldn't take flight

as the winter dragged on his condition grew worse
to love outside of your species is a terrible curse
somedays he wouldnt' go outside at all
he'd just sit around in his bedroom and bawl
then as time passed by my firewood got low
so i chopped down my tree, and as it fell in the snow, gary ran screaming and beating his chest, reached into the branches and held up a nest

and he screamed at me
"NOW SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK!!
"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!
"NOW SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK!!!"

"YOU GOTTA MOVE ON!!" I screamed
"YOUR LOVE IS A STUPID DREAM!
"YOU CAN'T LOVE A PIGEON
"YOU CAN'T LOVE A BIRD!!!"

he said "you don't understand"

now the winter is over
spring has returned
way up in the blue sky a radiant sun burned
the mammals coming back from their long hibernation
birds flying in from a southern destination
and gary looked out from his window, unsure if he'd ever again see his precious bird
a look to the sky and then to the street
he saw a flash of grey in a neighbor's tree

cos my friend gary, he's in love with a pigeon
i saw him watching her through the window in the kitchen
it just isnt right
he couldnt take flight
it just isnt right