1st of May sister- put that record on

and dance thru the rooms 

of the house of your dreams

there's not much 'round here that's half

as pretty as it seems

but it gets bigger

and it gets better

so put that record on and dance until

the sadness is gone

and they say sister

they say all is fine

truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine

fine

fine

well here's the laughter

and here's the sore throat

and here's another one of the only kind

that will ever grow here

and the air is full of...

mark my words and sleep

- the air holds nothing

so ten years of falling down is nothing, now?

ten years of feeling sick is nothing?

Well I spy an eye for an eye and

a tooth for a tooth in you

and I spy clear skies all over

and I spy a life repeating itself in you

so he might say "- I remember a feverish night 

when she would cling to the walls 

and talk like a child

and that car travel under the beautiful sky

that car travel into the longest of nights

and the air was full of

poisoned words

and the record's broken

and as I walk through every room of my life,

thinking I can never take the edge of anything

and shape it to a perfect ball

and let it roll down the hall

to knock all this shit out of my way,

the sun brakes thru,

the sun brakes thru

and I see you/Isee you like always

like every day

and still I dance thru the rooms

of the house of my dreams

nothing 'round here is 

half as pretty as it seems

and it won't get bigger

it won't get better

but put that record on and dance with me

Until the Sadness Is Gone