Intro: Bb  F  x 2

Bb                                        F
  In the failing light of the afternoon

Bb                                         F
  Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms

Bb                                       F
  Yesterday the solace of a poison fish

Bb                                               C
  Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips

No one is the saviour they would like to be
The lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time

Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down