Waiting For the Moon

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 ashore
Speculation is a waste of time
You want to go have a glass of wine?
Whatever's coming, there's no place else to go
Waiting for the moon to show