The Lookout

Perched upon a gloved arm,

I'll admit I was proud,

Looking down on my swarm,

All so quick to conform,

Falling over themselves to be charming and loud.

And meanwhile back at the lodge,

The fox fixed a drink while the hunters were out chasing bread crumbs.

And he said,

Try to understand, I'm not your friend

So don't offer your hand or your damned condescending advice,

And shut off the lights when you're done.

And the other one brushed off his armband and said,

You and I we've been lying face down for so long

I can hardly distinguish the dirt from our skin.

The world's caving in

And to think that I looked out for you for all of these years

Without ever expressing my doubt...

But now who's gonna lookout for the lookout

When a blast from the ground

Pokes my nose through the cloudline

As the hunting horns sound.

Spiralling down on one wing,

I dizzily note what I see,

But when blinded by terminal speed,

Who's gonna lookout for me

(David Fernandes - lead guitar

Jon Greenlee - drums, bass, lead guitar)