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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 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