Ben Howard - Towing The Line • Lyrics

Ben Howard - Towing The Line • Lyrics
2018
AZ:
Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine
And now she rambles through the who've and who have nots
The old man is a painter of tired seascapes, tired of adventure
So my mind wanders picking at the table to cure the wrong
Like a bird in a world with no trees you were hung up there in your disbelief
I know I'm a hard rock to drag around
Love is in the early mornings
In the shadows under the trees
Not in the cuckolded ashes
Floating down from the rookery
Down here I crow for you
You crow for me
Down here I crow for you
You crow for me
Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine
And now I'm purring for a drop of anything
Throwing stones at your window you turn to me as if it's simple
Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing
I said I'm the westerlies in Ireland so decadent and violent
Can't you see I'm a forager clawing at the bedrock
Love is in the early mornings
In the shadows under the trees
Not in the cuckolded ashes
Floating down from the rookery
Down here I crow for you
You crow for me
Down here I crow for you
You crow for me

[@lemonyzz0681]

Thank you for the video!

[@norton2757]

I’m sending this one out to my brother in Fla. in 2022.

[@Vofvanessa]

A poem