HERON COVE
(Funk, Tingstad)

There’s an uneasy truce
Between a lie and the truth
Between a man and a woman
Between water and blood
There’s an uneasy truce

He was an ordinary man
She had extraordinary plans
Some say he drowned her
Down in Heron Cove
He was an ordinary man

Tempers are flaring
Fuses are short
The heat keeps rising
In the people’s court
Some want to kill him
The talk of the town
An uneasy truce here
You can feel it all around

I’ve lived here all of my life
And never seen things quite like
The lean, angry faces
The eyes of the betrayed
I’ve lived here all of my life

Tempers are flaring
Fuses are short
The heat keeps rising
In the people’s court
Some call for justice
The talk of the town
An uneasy truce here
You can feel it all around

There’s an uneasy truce
Between a lie and the truth