Weekend Fisherman
Drumming Bird
Lyrics
You were a weekend fisherman, just a lousy caster
And you scoffed at the nets of the wealthy bastards
And their boats had names like Liquid Asset
On their Sunseekers soaking the shade
I never got to know you like my father’s Saab
Now he drives a Volks to his full-time job
You were always worried, but I wrote that song
Of a love like the blood on the blade
It’s the dog days of an Indian Summer
Making headway with a confident lover
You’re the hydrogen bomb, and I was taking cover
I was taking care of you
It wasn’t isolation I was too connected
And the world’s weight felt like a broken record
On my broadened shoulders where your head once rested
Not a bender just a juvenile phase
Had my dreams annointed by the one I miss
Every song you played I would always listen
And the flaws we had that were not worth mentioning
Anytime the doorbell rang
It’s the dog days of an Indian Summer
Making headway with a confident lover
You’re the hydrogen bomb, and I was taking cover
I was taking care of you
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