FISHING

Please have a seat , sorry I’m late

I know how long you’ve had to wait

I didn’t forget  your documents

No time to waste ,why not begin?

Here’s how it works ,I’ve got this faces

You give them names and I won’t deport you

Make sure you face my tape recorder

Make no mistake ,this fountain pen

Could put you on a plane by ten

And by the way ,your next of kin

I know which house she’s hiding in

So now that you know whose skin you’re saving

In this photograph, who’s this one waving

I think you know , so speak up Amigo

It says here that by trade you were a fisherman

Well I’ll bet you Indians you can really reel them in

And if you get the chance

You should try to get up to Lake Michigan

Well’ maybe ,but I don’t know ,anyway…

Where were we then? Is he your friend ?

Well I recommend that you look again

Where does he stay ? What is his name ?

There is no shame, he’d do the same

So what do you say ? I don’t have all day

It’s up to you. Which will it be ?

Good citizen or pour campesino ?

My Dad used to rent this place in Ontario

He showed us how to cast the line and tie the flies

He used to say that God rewards us for letting the small ones go

Well, maybe but I don’t know ,anyway…

It’s easy to bite ,you can snipe the line

You just take the bait ,you can’t fight the hook

Hurts less if you don’t try to dive

Senor has you know I was a fisherman

And how full the nets came in

We hauled them up by hand

But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs

They’re waiting for me , running deep.

Paroles et musique Richard Shindell ASCAP

FISHING