Highwater at Catfish Bend

As a tool it's more demure Than your friend the singing queen With her matinee good looks She talks like talking from a book

Took the fence and a lane The bus then the train Bought an Independent to make me look like I got brains

They're too many stars and not enough sky

Sky so blue but my head's a mess And I know you, yeah, you try your best To keep that big bad world out there