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