waiting for the moon lyrics – bruce cockburn

body lines 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
waiting for the moon to show

leather-faced old men by the cafe 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 to show

might be a party — might be a war
when those faceless sailors come ash*r*
speculation is a waste of time
you want to go have a gl*ss of wine?
whatever’s coming, there’s no place else to go
waiting for the moon to show

/ bruce cockburn lyrics