The Carpenters sons
They are-a-prayin’ for rain
But the storm won’t come

And the man in the alleyway
Grips his gun
Cause there's a voice in his brain
That just won't leave him alone
The laws of the land?
He chiseled them in stone

Listen:
Distant hammers strike steel
And sing out a song

Watch:
As the prophets pen
Falls to the floor

Dogs howl at screaming ambulance's
But the alleyway cats
Just hissed and spit spat there way back downtown
Where the neon lights up the western sky

So, we walked to the sea
Just you and I
Where we saw pages of our favorite stories
Burning in the wind

Boardwalk gathers heavy fog along
Pier lights were dim across the coast
Ghost of the carnival still linger on
My thoughts spin like the carousel

Come:
Let us throw our diamonds down a well
Sit still as the ocean sits
Silent and placid
Reminiscent of the mirror on your window sill
I look to my reflection: my eyes in surprise

“Seize the day”
I repeat
Away and away
Still, I remain
Always praying for rain