Lyrics

something enclosing the sound of the sun,
holy—not holy—the pathway begun,
harvest the seeds that they lay and they sew,
grow-rain come tumbling up down from below

but hey!
Oh…
We ain’t got that far to go
anymore…

Making my way by those funny pay-cars,
sitting in subways, the restaurants, the bars,
Send me a postcard, a letter, a rhyme—
down from below
as up high in the sky.

but hey!
Oh…
We ain’t got that far to go
anymore…

now there ain’t no more boys in the band,
seems the hangman damn done what he can,
terminology left on the stand
at a perfect demand…

Thought we’d be tailing the line and the road,
wish we’d be wailing, inhaling the glow—
fruit can grow sour,
sept splinter to show,
high in the sky as far down from below.

but hey!
Oh…
We ain’t got that far to go
anymore…

now, there ain’t no more boys in the band—
seems the sea ate the pearl and the clam.
now, we wave as our ship sails from land,
with the helm in one hand.