Lay Down When You’re Done

Crooked people empty stairs
The windows rattle and the daylight’s scarce
The breeze blows the doors to days
Long since passed away

Raise the sky up high on your shoulders
Let the days go and come
Yesterday can be what it was
Just lay down when you’re done
Lay down when you’re done

White clouds pass in real slow motion
The rooftops sit and the redbirds fly
The water all fell down and flooded
The dog barked and the baby cried

Raise the sky up high on your shoulders
Let the days go and come
Yesterday can be what it was
Just lay down when you’re done
Lay down when you’re done

The afternoon rolled like a marching band
With the traffic and the trains and the garbage can
The sun swung by looking for the night
But she didn’t see any sign

Raise the sky up high on your shoulders
Let the days go and come
Yesterday can be what it was
Just lay down when you’re done
Lay down when you’re done

 

© 1999 Jason Wilber/Everyday Rain Music (BMI)

From the album Behind The Midway

Behind The Midway

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