Two Old Men Spitting Through The Teeth Of Their Dreams

They Sent An Arc Of Bitterness To You

You Didn't Duck It And You Got Hurt

In This Funny World We're Going Through

It Might Have Been The Hard Liquor Talking

Or The Hard Hard Luck Of The Draw

Some Accidents Are Years In The Making

Some Rabbit's Feet Can Rub You Raw



But You're On Your Way

You Don't Need Anyone Here

It's Safe To Say

We Will All Disappear

Your Suitcase Is Packed Full Of Promise

And Your Attitude Is Packed Full Of Light

So Let Them Play The Clouds

You Play The Stars In The Night

(Repeat Chorus)