Towing The Line

[Verse 1] Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine And now she rambles through the who and who of nots The old man is a painter of tired seascapes Tired old adventure so my mind wanders Picking at the table to cure the wrong Like a bird in a world with no trees You were hung up there in your disbelief I know I'm a hard rock to drag around [Chorus] Love is in the early mornings In the shadows under the trees Not in the cuckolded ashes Floating down from the rookery Down here I crow for you, you crow for me Down here I crow for you, you crow for me [Verse 2] Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine And now I’m purring for a drop of anything Throwing stones at your window You telling me as if it’s simple Why can’t you be like the blackbird and sing? I say "I’m the westerlies in Ireland So decadent and violent Can’t you see I’m a forager Clawing at the bedrock?" [Chorus] Love is in the early mornings In the shadows under the trees Not in the cuckolded ashes Floating down from the rookery Down here I crow for you, you crow for me Down here I crow for you, you crow for me