In the year that got away,
In the pocket of a killer,
In the yellow of your eyes,
An aptitude for counting down.
Construction paper stars
And the promise of protection.
When the medicine is gone,
You can put your faith in sugar water.
You are talking to us now.
You are singing us a love song.
You were never on the clock.
You were always in the wrong.
It's a pretty thin parade
When the only thing that's waving
Is the linen on the line
For the family in lockstep.
Thank the audience tonight
As the six knights of columbus
Represent you to the sky,
Tell you when but never why
You'd leave us here
To think about
Forgiveness.