Hawkeye Crow

[Hawkeye Crow]

Words by


Keith Reid






You'd better listen
anybody, 'cos I'm gonna make it clear


that my life is
unimportant; what I've done I did through fear


There's a river running
through me: on its tide I tried to hide


nonetheless I could not
shake it, and in the end it swept aside


all my feeble
unimportance. I can't say it, never mind


Can't you hear me mother
calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blind


And if only 'cos you're
lucky, we both know that's no find


I did think I'd be an
actor. What I am I'll leave behind


 


You'd better listen
anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it


and in case you find your
maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bit


All my sick is in my
stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear


and if you could see
inside me I don't think you'd have me here


Tell the helmsman veer to
starboard, bring this ship around to port


and if the sea was not so
salty I could sink instead of walk


And in case of passing
strangers who are standing where I fell


tell the truth: you never
knew me, and in truth it's just as well