Oh, joys arise
The sun has come again to hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the whole week
The polyphonic prairies here, it’s all around you
It’s all around you, out here
And if the whole world is crashing down on you
Fall through space out of mind again
Where the emptiness we leave behind
On warm air rising
Lose all the shadows far away
The falling alcohol empire is here to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sinks
Little memories, marching on
Your little feet, working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream, working the machine
Soar like a whale and crash and fall
And closing in on blue
Little memories
Your little feet, working the machine
Will it spin? Will it sore?
My little dream, working the machine
Soar like a whale and crash and fall
And closing in on blue