Bruce Cockburn - Waiting for the Moon lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Waiting for the Moon lyrics]
Thoughts buzzing like flies around meat
Land here land there
Quick circles in the air
I'm riding smooth but just a little slow
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show
Leather-faced old men by the café wall
Kids in the surf splashing with a soccer ball
I gaze through curved lens
Trying to identify the sky's end
Little spots on the horizon
Into gunboats grow
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show
Might be a party might be a war
When those faceless sailors come ashore
Speculation is a waste of time
You wanna go and have a glass of wine?
Whatever's coming
There's no place else to go
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show