Bruce Cockburn
Waiting for the Moon
[Verse 1]
Body lies fluid in static heat
Thoughts buzzing like flies around meat
Land here—land there—
Quick circles in the air
I'm riding smooth but just a little slow
[Refrain]
Waiting for the moon to show
[Verse 2]
Leather-faced old men line the café walls
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
[Refrain]
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show
[Verse 3]
Might be a party—might be a war
When those faceless sailors come to shore
But speculation is a waste of time
Why don't we go and have a bottle of wine?
Whatever's coming, there's no place else to go
[Refrain]
Waiting for the
Waiting for the moon
Waiting for the moon to show
[Outro]
Waiting for the moon to show