Come on, here we go again
Water fears and
whiskey sin
A cup of soup and you're
turning in
What happened yesterday?
Three
foul calls--a fool's decline
Broken bread with
blood red wine
A servant's questions to remind
Of faithless promises.
A different sort of calling out
We're here
within--you died
without
A
sigh, a
thought or single
doubt
And left us
four days dead.
The warning came -- it'll be today
The leaves turn
red and
fall away
It's feeling like a
Saturday
This time is much too slow.
Well we've foreseen the
winter long
We cried for help, we
sang your songs
Of
sleep-fed fears and
Avalon
Pick-a-prayer,
it's time to go.
I'd prefer
a simple friend;
Weird and
Being and
Shall to tend
The mystery with a theme to end
A dangerous holiday.
{reprise}
...hey there
strong willed misery
the
devil's had his way with me
my
idle hands, not listening
have
failed us once again.