Great Wave

You push your change around the counter
I push my knees up under the bar
We've gone beyond the call and favour
Like we're watching from afar

The colours bleed out from the hills
The hills turn black across the field

It's a great wave that's coming down

Nobody's paying that close attention
To the races on the TV screens
I pick your change up off the counter
And head over to the cigarette machine

I've seen that way your eyes drop to your glass
Like there was a mile behind
The way your eyes weren't meeting mine

Oh it's a great wave coming down