Lyrics Bruce Cockburn – Waiting For The Moon

Body lines fluid in static heat
Thoughts buzzing like flies around meat
Land here, land there
Quick circles in the air

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