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Jethro Tull |
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Catfish Rising |
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Night In The Wilderness |
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I could he sitting on the left of you. |
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You'd be looking straight ahead. |
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If I was adrift right across from you, |
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you still would cut me dead. |
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I've had better deep discussions |
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with this plate of soft-shelled crab. |
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I'd put some spice in your rice. |
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You'd give me blues in the stew. |
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I'd give you catfish jumping. |
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You'd give me all this work to do. |
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Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner? |
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Who's got the tabs on the crab? |
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Another night in the wilderness: |
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should have been a night on the town. |
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Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down. |
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I'm in splendid isolation, feel that heavy silence fall. |
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Got all this cut out for me to do. |
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Another night in the wilderness of you. |
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Here I am drinking you with my eyes. |
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You're looking at the gravy on my bib. |
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I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you. |
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What's wrong with the cut of my jib? |
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Is there a lobster in the offing, or just a fifty dollar cheque? |
