Miracles masked to mend
The literal for illiterates
In shady towns
People forget

A union wage
That extra tear
We overpaid
A disappear
Into the voids
Without a trace

And we hope that someday
We'll awaken in our garden
To the sound of a new parade

They celebrate
The coming years
Until that one
That we fear
It's all numerals and zeros

Push off that war we waged ...