SLOW HAWKS

There’s an ugly crowd on the common
I’ve got the feeling I’m doing something wrong
It starts when I get up in the morning
And it stays ‘til my waking day is gone

Chorus:
Slow hawks they circle slowly
The wind it whips right through your soul
You are scared, don’t show your children
Though more than you, they know

The all night car wash pumps the latest
Nothing disturbs the sleeping bum
Steel rims, like knives they keep us waiting
To the bullies, feeling matters some

Repeat chorus

I watch the pawns disbursing
Cleaning the giant teeth and tongue
Building up their separation
As indiscretion makes them one

Repeat chorus

You whip the horse until it’s bleeding
Eventually the animal is dumb
You turn to face the water coming
With admiration, and don’t run

Repeat chorus