Oh joy's arise
The sun has come again too hold you
Sailing out the doordrums of the
The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
It's all around you, out here

And if the whole world is crashing down
Fall through space out of mind again
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Lose all the shadows far away

The falling alcohol empire, is here to hold you
Ruling out and haunted till it sinks

Little memories, marching on
Your little feet, working the machine
Will it spin, will it sore
My little dream, working the machine

Little memories
Your little feet, working the machine
Will it spin, will it sore
My little dream, working the machine