Goathawk

Lyrics and Music by Nate Hegyi

Red corn on the mighty Mississippi as the children scream in the back of a church yard, O Lord, I watch the sun rising

Your hand, wrapped up in a wedding ring sweating in the summertime sweating for amphetamines, dip goes the goathawk, dip goes the goathawk

Our hairs, pressed up on a windowsill looking for a void to fill looking for her husband dead, drowned in Wisconsin

As two moths glide towards the window light looking for a place to hide hunting in the summertime, dip goes the goathawk, dip goes the goathawk

And as the belt relaxes, a fine new cherry on her skin
So we head to the grasses, fall on our knees and love

My life is told beneath my fingernails look towards my nightingale holding a gun in the pale Lake Michigan light

And I know, I should’ve somehow told her I was killing him, told her I was killing him, but dip goes the goathawk, dip goes the goathawk

And as my life explodes, five new cherries on my back
So I head to the grasses, fall on my knees and die

There I feel her hand upon my shoulder blade, moonlight on the wedding ring, the hot-cold color of her bloodstained dress

And as the sun breaks across Lake Michigan I can feel the heat again I can feel the breeze of the goathawks dipping, the goathawks dipping