Bb
Towing the line
F
I watched the host drink all the wine
C Dm
And now she rambles through the who and who have not
Bb F
The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
C
Tired of adventure so my mind wanders
Dm
Picking at the table to cure the rot
Bb
Like a bird in a world with no trees
F
You were hung up there in your disbelief
C Dm
I know I'm a hard rock to drag around
[Chorus]
Bb F
Love is in the early mornings
Dm C
In the shadows under the trees
Dm G
Not in the cuckolded ashes
F C
Floating down from the rookery
Bb F C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
Bb F C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[Verse 2]
Bb
Towing the line
F
I watched the host drink all the wine
C Dm
And now I'm purring for a drop of anything
Bb
Throwing stones at your window
F
You telling me as if it's simple
C Dm
Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing?
Bb
I say "I'm the westerlies in Ireland
F
So decadent and violent
C
Can't you see I'm a forager
Dm
Crawling at the bedrock?"
[Chorus]
Bb F
Love is in the early mornings
Dm C
In the shadows under the trees
Dm G
Not in the cuckolded ashes
F C
Floating down from the rookery
Bb F C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
Bb F C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
