Richard Shindell - Fishing lyrics

Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late I know how long you've had to wait I did not forget your documents No time to waste, why not begin? Here's how it works, I've got these 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 can really reel them in And if you get the chance You should try to get up to Lake Michigan Well maybe, but then again.... 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 poor campesino? My dad used to rent us 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 just take the bait You can't fight the hook Hurts less if you don't try to dive Senor, as 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 there for me Running deep