Lyrics Catch - James Yorkston

Catch

For every hour in the world elsewhere
We talked about a future
So special, I had no
Doubts who you could become
A confidence I’d not seen
Of you, so rare, a turning of the heads
A turning of the heads
We catch each other out
With our tall tales
We catch each other out
The greyhounds run their fences
and Fitzgerald
Talked in their churches
Yes I believe
When we escaped their earshot
For I am not a brave man
Confronted with a smile
everybody
Confronted with a smile
We catch each other out
With our tall tales
We catch each other out
We tied a bootlace and hung a scarf
To the accommodating tree
That circled the bottle
Kept in the magic
That tapped the ghosts of the non-believers
You made a cross out of birch
And enveloped in it
I said a silent prayer
For you to the Mary
Tripped plaster virgin
The turning of the heads
We catch each other out
With our tall tales
We catch each other out
And whilst you spoke your obscenities
Thus proving her helpless state
I was scared you would spit or piss
In this regard
But you just laughed
At this strange country
With its strange old gods, and ghosts and
And foreign drunk explorers
How strange we should find peace…
With one another
We catch each other out
With our tall tales
We catch each other out