Up and Down

Up and down we’re going, going nowhere fast We sit and wait and wonder when will come our chance? Washing all the dishes, waiting for the bus Time moves awfully slowly, then suddenly it’s up Death is deep and empty, but forever isn't long Some will make a hundred, some not even one Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm I sing in the kitchen, sometimes in the hall Some sing when they’re lonely and some don’t sing at all I drink in the evening, sometimеs in the day There’s spirits in thе aether, and bones under the clay Lambeg in the distance and fiddles in the pub Summer’s almost on us, and summer’s almost done Well I thought I had it all sussed out, but I’m not sure, to be honest I’m mostly okay, well today, I’m not quite right, to be honest Kids down at the hollow, some at city hall Some kids are familiar with guards and prison walls War is in the distance, war is at the door But our heads are up the chimney and our feet under the floor Death is bright and boomin’, lighter than wren Softer than a newborn when life begins again Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm