In The Courtroom

I do my leaving on a plane
I serve the nightbirds in my dream
And when I saw the bridges in the courtroom
I stammered on this song

Take me on a trip in your boat
That you sail upon your soul
And when I felt the breeze inside the courtroom
I ordered up hot chocolate in a cup

Deep inside there is a hole
That you fill with apple cores and gold
And when I knew the judge was in the courtroom
I produced my gun and I put it down

I blamed it all on the nightbird in my dream
That sings of doom and of spring
And when the jury returned to the courtroom
They had me sentenced to death

I do my leaving on a plane
I serve the nightbirds in my dream
Take me on a trip in your boat
That you sail upon your soul
Deep inside there is a hole
That you fill with apple cores and gold
I blamed it all on the nightbird in my dream
That sings of doom and of spring