Singers And The Endless Song

When we all ran back into the briars

We told our children bout the foreign shore

When we threw our boots into the fire

We told em all about the tug of war

Wanna tell em bout the seed and the shovel

About the prison and the promised land

Gonna tell em bout the dream of the devil

About the hurting and the healing hand

That hand

Cause the music never lasts too long

For the singers and the endless song

When we heard our words up in the mirror

We told our children how to hold their tongue

When we held our heads beneath the river

We told em all about the iron lung

Gonna tell em bout the sins of the father

Bout the junkie and the jubilee

Gonna tell em bout the roots in the water

About the killing in the quiet night

Of trees

Cause the music never lasts too long

For the singers and the endless song

All the morning kisses in the covers

They told our children what were their means

Until you wrapped your arms around another

And told em love was worth a pile of beans

Gonna tell em bout the call of the ocean

Bout the singers and the endless song

Gonna tell em bout the body and the motion

And how the music never lasts too long,

Too long

Cause the music never lasts too long

For the singers and the endless song

(Bout the low-lit alley and the wedding band

Bout the first-born sucker in the spider's web)

(Bout the mind and the muscle and the weary mouth

And the heart and the hustle and the empty sky)

(Bout the tangle of truth and the perfect team

Bout???)

(Bout the butterfly kiss and the call for blood

Bout the.....? And the holy mud)

(More indiscernable verses til fadeout)