Tom Catmull and the Clerics: noise and words

kiss me once when the sun goes down for another long goodbye and I'll waste my time pouring old red wine and watching hard earned money dry can we cut through life like a butter knife fighting gravity in june or will the autumn wind tell an old mans grin that the end is comin soon well you don't, but you would if you could and you will someday when a train rolls by but the world don't turn on steam or coal or the salt you will not cry fun machines fueled by funny dreams kill the night from ten to two while the amber flows right in time then slows right in time to dry your shoes did you drink too much in the third set clutch did the gears not shift too well did you drive all night towards a dim green light or was it yellow, who can tell? well, you didn't but you would if you could and you will someday when the band no longer plays but the smoke and gin is gonna bury you deep under a steady gig one day yeah, the smoke and gin is gonna bury you deep under a steady gig one day.