Murphy's Song Lyrics - Brother's Blood - Kevin Devine

I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day 

A bone in her bowl, a watery grave 

See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great 

I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves 

Shimmering sea, stretched end to end 

Shivering bowl, a flickering friend 

See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave 

He's whimpering "Taps" now, for his plank-walk grade 

I've never been a joiner, no, I've quit every team I've been on 

Now I'm crying in my coffee, that's not sea salt in my eyes 

'Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I hate watching him die 

So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife 

Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night 

Like when I was an archer, but I couldn't shoot straight 

I broke all of ma's windows, I poked holes through her drapes 

And I laugh to myself, but I can't tell you why 

The hung-over sun, sneaks back in the sky 

But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right 

At least better than I will, when it's my turn to die 

And I wear his collar on my wrist 

And I bury him down at the beach 

No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole 

No praying, no singing, no saving any souls 

The only thing I'm saving, yeah 

Is a bone inside a bowl