But Until Then
One of these days I guess the jig will be up
once and for all then its up up and away.
But until then my heart will go on singing
down down and here, here where angels
dress up daily as geese and foul football fields,
here where every Friday the evening news
picks a PERSON OF THE WEEK, here where
if you’re really a rebel you hold your eyes just so,
blinded by the innocence of this old world.