Pick me up and dust me down
Find a way to wipe that frown
Off the face of Father Sun
Shinin' down on ev'ryone
Creases ironed away
Dawning of a new day
Far above the fray... fray... fray
Why do clouds obscure the view?
Why the air 'tween me and you?
Why the tear 'tween I and me?
Why's the news not poetry?
Refrain
Why the blood on youngster's face
Why the priests devoid of grace
Why the churches dead man's smile
Why the sermons smoke and bile
Refrain
Why's that car all twisted steel
Why the corpse behind the wheel
Why the hole dug in that ground
Why the wailing voices sound
Refrain
Why the starving kids to feed
Why the overwhelming greed
Why do leaves turn brown and dry
Why the need for questions why
Refrain
There's the Sun's chip off the block
Find a way to wipe that shock
Off the mouth of Mother Moon
Shinin' down her rays of gloom
Refrain
Black holes here and black holes there
Black holes open everywhere
One dark day the end will fall
Sun and Moon will shine no more
Refrain
© Copyright 2004, Alan Morrison, Sincerity Music
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