Bb
Towing the line
              F
I watched the host drink all the wine
            C                                     Dm
And now she rambles through the who and who have not
     Bb                            F
The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
                              C
Tired of adventure so my mind wanders
                                  Dm
Picking at the table to cure the rot
        Bb
Like a bird in a world with no trees
         F
You were hung up there in your disbelief
             C                 Dm
I know I'm a hard rock to drag around

[Chorus]
        Bb           F
Love is in the early mornings
       Dm                C
In the shadows under the trees
           Dm        G
Not in the cuckolded ashes
         F                  C
Floating down from the rookery

            Bb       F                 C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
            Bb       F                 C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me

[Verse 2]
Bb
Towing the line
              F
I watched the host drink all the wine
            C                     Dm
And now I'm purring for a drop of anything
         Bb
Throwing stones at your window
            F
You telling me as if it's simple
              C                         Dm
Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing?
               Bb
I say "I'm the westerlies in Ireland
    F
So decadent and violent
               C
Can't you see I'm a forager
              Dm
Crawling at the bedrock?"

[Chorus]
        Bb           F
Love is in the early mornings
       Dm                C
In the shadows under the trees
           Dm        G
Not in the cuckolded ashes
         F                  C
Floating down from the rookery

            Bb       F                 C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
            Bb       F                 C
Down here I crow for you, you crow for me