The Tides At The Narrows

Moon holds a grudge
Thrown from the sky —
Caught in the tides at the narrows
Where the shore forms a bow
And the moon holds a boat like an arrow
Shot carries wide as the moon is turning red
He pulls in the tides tangled on the river bed
And we rise
And we fall
And we land where we’re led
Man holds an oar
Braced on the bow —
Cuts through the wake like a sliver
And he throws out a rope
Just to stay where he wants on the river
Shot carries wide as the man is turning red
He pulls in the lines tangled on the river bed
And we rise
And we fall
And we land where we’re led
Our eyes open wide as the sky is turning red
We’re caught in the tides lying tangled on the bed
And we rise
And we fall
And we land where we’re led