Bulrush

Six churches empty on this unlikely Sunday Six more days to tame the earth Then leave the sermons to the amateurs Out in the bulrush a heron stands on one leg Looks so supercilious as he flies in fear away from us Out in the bulrush life is good but lonely You can manage it with zen And forget you ever had a friend This line of work is easy but it's boring I've done harder jobs for less But I had something to come home to then I want a girl who tells me I know how to dance I want a girl who tells me I know how to dance Out in the bulrush it's music, booze, and mayflies Live like shadows in the footlights Until we forget what daylight looks like One night with people who spend every day like this And quickly I recall all the milk I took in place of gall Dressed to possess, she looked like a blessing from Hell And it's a bit like It feels a bit like flying with your knuckles in the mud And it's a bit like It feels a bit like flying with your knuckles in the mud And it's a bit like It feels a bit like years pass in a minute but a minute never does Out in the bulrush Six churches empty out in the bulrush I want a girl who tells me I know how to dance