Night and Day
It's always been this way
When one is done
Another has begun
But soon you'll see
The only thing you'll be
Is just another memory
That no one can recall
And it's one last shove of the gravedigger's shovel
One last turn of the screw
One last plea to the hanging tree
But the branch won't break for you
And it's one for the road and one for the bottle
One last honk of the horn
One last squeal from behind the wheel
And you might as well have never been born
Work and Play
It's always been this way
When you have fun
There's work that must be done
But soon you'll find
The life you leave behind
Is nothing rare or precious
Just a moment lost in time
And it's one last shove of the gravedigger's shovel
One last turn of the screw
One last plea to the hanging tree
But the branch won't break for you
And it's one last glance at the face of the doctor
One last chance to know why
One last twitch of your cerebellum
Bleeding out of your third eye.
And you know nothing lives forever
And there's nothing you can do
Everyone you've ever loved
Will disappear from view
But you're no different when you're sleeping in the dirt
You'll be trading in your trousers for a wooden shirt
And it's one last shove of the gravedigger's shovel
One last turn of the screw
One last plea to the hanging tree
But the branch won't break for you
And it's one last push of the big red button
One last flash in the sky
One last scream when it's not a dream
As we blow the world a kiss goodbye
2004 copyright Jeremy David Kaufman, Slumberbird Music
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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