Catch - James Yorkston

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