Waves Of Grain - Timbuk 3

It was a nice clean assassination

The gunman slipped through immigration

Like the gentle wind that swept the plain

And ruffled over waves of grain

Sailing safely out of sight

On board the next connecting flight

The gunman smiled, he felt no pain

So high above the waves of grain

Then someone snatched the video away

From the hands of a tourist at the game

And soon a blast on board the plane

Sent it crashing into the waves of grain

The blown up stills told the story

Large as life in all its glory

A man’s face in the 29th frame

Appeared within the waves of grain

Now the pictures have been confiscated

The tourist was incarcerated

The drugs they gave him numbed his brain

Now all he sees are waves of grain

Now rummaging through the ravaged rubble

I wonder, is it worth the trouble?

Does the slightest trace of truth remain?

Running through the waves of grain