Miles and miles of baggage between us

Bad days, good old days, silver linings and rust

But I’m still hanging on your every word

In some past life, I must have been your bird

You cried oh my magpie, oh

Morning is creeping on soon they’ll be off to the races

Busy climbing ladders and lining up for their paychecks

But we no longer worship this little sun

We pulled it down and turned it into a drum

I cried oh my magpie, oh

We can reinvent this life together as we go

Oh my magpie, oh

We’re outlaws on these dusty plains

And I know that we can’t be saved

But I know fortune favors the brave

I cried oh my magpie, oh

We can reinvent this life together as we go

Oh my magpie

Oh my magpie

Oh my magpie, oh