Scarecrow in a pale dress   Face pressed on this greasy gas station window   White River, Ontario   Sidelong looks at boys    Lined up like beer cans on a fence   Pissing away this blurry afternoon      And under her breath she says   "Would you pick me up?   I'm light as a feather   Though I'm not afraid   I am not brave enough to offer"      He was beautiful and mean   Could never put things right   At seven stole a bottle and chose his antidote   Faked his own death at fourteen   Left his clothes and a note by the riverbed   And floated away      "Won't you pick me up?   I'm light as a feather   Though I'm not afraid   I am not brave enough to offer"      Station wagon full   Family of six rattling home   The long way down the Trans-Canada   Black bird on a hydrowire   Plummets as they pass   Who turns to watch as it lands in the muddy field      "Won't you pick me up?   I'm light as a feather   Though I'm not afraid   I am not brave enough to offer   Pick me up   I'm light as a feather   I am not afraid"