LyricsPast Belief

Dan Bern

Last update on: July 9, 2019
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Lord Show me a sign That you're still there

That you still care That you're still with me That you still know me Before I resign Show me a sign I can't laugh I can't weep Five nights in a row now Not a second of sleep Is there something You want me to know Well I wish you'd tell me what Give me some kind of show How 'bout a meteor Or a shooting star Or even a drunk Getting thrown out of the bar I'm getting impatient And hope is expensive And I'm running low on Everything these days The waters are rising And the world is on fire We're all just gasoline For the funeral pyre In the palaces morons In the hospitals ghouls Murderers in the towns Rats in the schools Armies of zombies And the generals fishing And baby Jesus On a suicide mission And little Mohammed Lifeless and brown And drowning faceless scarecrows Wearing the crown Ten thousand whistlers Off-track and off-tune Sixteen drummers Wearing some kind of rune Some kind of amulet Some pre-Christian cross And one man's lucky roll Is another man's loss Lord, you should have been there Last Saturday night I broke a couple barstools And I broke up a fight I broke three fingers They looked kind of Egyptian And the doctor wouldn't see me Without a prescription If this is how It's all gonna go I might as well pile up Frequent flier miles and lay low I might as well buy up Some spiritual trinkets Line the walls with paint And start to drink it It's hard to believe It's goin' down so fast When Einstein died He thought you built it to last But they threw him in a hole And they stole his brain And three days later It washed up again in the rain Lord, I'll make you a bargain I'll cut you a deal They can cut off my eyelids And I won't squeal I won't spill your secrets My soul's locked tight Just please let me Get a little sleep tonight Fifty thousand horses Ten thousand sheep I'd trade 'em all For just a second of sleep The kind with dreams though You gotta have dreams I've heard about what happens At the other extreme Yeah without them dreams You go insane It's like having mayonnaise Shot into your brain But maybe I'm the exception Every dog has its day Maybe I'm a brand new species What do you say So look out the window Might be something out there Maybe something to read Here's a Vanity Fair Winter is coming That's a relief And I'm willing to go on faith But I'm past belief

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