Next To Be Lowered
He went twenty thousand light-years from home
And agreed he'll be the next to be lowered
And though he knew that life ain't just a good start
The advance did break him
Filling textures on some tear-weathered note
And on purpose he just spelled them all wrong
And though he knew that life ain't just a good start
He didn't even count with
The wild must be drawn into papers at once
The race will begin when it's finished of course
You're the oldest star ever to fall
Yet you didn't you have failed to be sold
And though you know that life ain't just a good start
Your blues' forgotten
The wild must be drawn into papers at once
The race will begin when it's finished of course