Counting Crows

When I think of heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of
pens and feathers and all other
instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying......I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
I said mama, mama, mama
Why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive.....but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone home at your place
Why don't you invite me in?
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen