Chris Pureka - August 28th lyrics
[Chris Pureka - August 28th lyrics]
August 28th and the rain slid in
Like a brooding lullaby
The barn behind the school burned down
And the cat got the bird
The whole town watched a man jump
From the fifth story roof
I think the whole world needs a shoeshine
I think we're all a living proof
(so the story goes)
Some days it's a present that you open
Some days it's a box full of nails
Some times you think you
Spend your whole life
Just counting grains of sand
With some blood on your cuff and
Some dust in your eye
And some train station love we've been
We've been out there fighting the good fight
Where have you been where have you been?
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey
You've got a broken violin
Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree
That looked cold all winter long
And the old man smiled at the pigeon
That stole his last piece of bread
Hallelujah we're all flying home on the
Backs of the leaving swans
We've got our hats tipped to Camelot
We've got a long long way to go
Yeah we've got a long long way to go
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey
You've got a broken violin
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
We've been out there fighting the good fight
Where have you been
Lord, where have you been?
Like a brooding lullaby
The barn behind the school burned down
And the cat got the bird
The whole town watched a man jump
From the fifth story roof
I think the whole world needs a shoeshine
I think we're all a living proof
(so the story goes)
Some days it's a present that you open
Some days it's a box full of nails
Some times you think you
Spend your whole life
Just counting grains of sand
With some blood on your cuff and
Some dust in your eye
And some train station love we've been
We've been out there fighting the good fight
Where have you been where have you been?
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey
You've got a broken violin
Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree
That looked cold all winter long
And the old man smiled at the pigeon
That stole his last piece of bread
Hallelujah we're all flying home on the
Backs of the leaving swans
We've got our hats tipped to Camelot
We've got a long long way to go
Yeah we've got a long long way to go
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey
You've got a broken violin
Saddle up for the carneval ride
Bring the celebration home
We've been out there fighting the good fight
Where have you been
Lord, where have you been?