Lovesong Of The Buzzard

Bb F x 2 Bb F In the failing light of the afternoon Bb F Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms Bb F Yesterday the solace of a poison fish Bb C Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips No one is the saviour they would like to be The lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time Springtime and the promise of an open fist A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down