When trouble sits in worry’s kettle and scattered thoughts refuse to settle Our parts are portions of the sum we suck the pit out of the plum and press its truth into our tongue We fold our days into tomorrow we book our time as blood to borrow We sit and stew in all the silence Refuse the gift of self-reliance We stretch our souls tight on a drum We beat it bare till it goes numb We feel the eyes of everyone Ashes-to-ashes dust-to-dust from bang-to-boom and boom-to-bust and when you reach the blissful end no thoughts and prayers for us to send We paint the stars on to our eyes We sing sad songs and lullabies We crack the door, let in the light to wrestle darkness from the night We sit across from Miss Despair She smiles back without a care We let her in then close the door and dance above the kitchen floor Ashes-to-ashes dust-to-dust from bang-to-boom and boom-to-bust and when you reach the blissful end no thoughts and prayers for us to send
