Out On The Weekend - Neil Young

Not sure what I enjoy more: the simple, narrative power of this song or the fact that he forgets a line near the end and it still feels complete.

There’s a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?
— Bon Iver, lyrics from "Re: Stacks"