Chickadee and Pigeons

[Verse 1] She walks through the garden, it's all covered in snow. She'd walk with purpose if she knew where to go. He stumbles on the sidewalk icy brick and stone. Lands on his back a fear flashes … will he die alone? [Chorus] Chickadee and pigeons cluster by the bench, feeding on bread and seed from an old lady with an old stench. [Verse 2] Cars and trucks and buses speed along the street, no one stops to help the man as he makes it back on his feet. The traffic lights are useless yellow, red or green, everyone moves in every direction, a very chaotic scene. [Chorus] Chickadee and pigeons cluster by the bench, feeding on bread and seed from an old lady with an old stench. [Verse 3] Across the way, he sees her there pink gloves upon her hands. Across the way, she sees him there, and the puddle of slush in which he stands. They smirk a bit, straighten and preen, she gives a little wave to this stranger, his smile, the brightest she'd ever seen. [Chorus] Chickadee and pigeons cluster by the bench, feeding on bread and seed from an old lady with an old stench. [Verse 4] Her cheeks go blush not from cold, but from her confidence and finally acting bold. He never took his eyes off her, she giggled at the fuss. He should have looked the other way to avoid the speeding bus. The screeching brakes and screaming horns drowned out her anguished cry. All the ruckus did induce, the chickadee and pigeon to fly. [Bridge] [Outro] He did not die that fateful day alone, as he had feared, but near the wings of an angel, who had suddenly … disappeared.