The Word

It's too bad if you hear the word

And decide that it's all too absurd

Punch the air and believe it

When the crowd cries out its agreement

And if I get to heaven tomorrow

I will say that it's time I just borrowed

Then look the guard in the face

As he locks the keys away

Please, please, please, just before you go

Your glass is only half empty

But you're full on so where is the show?

But you're full on so where is the show?

And I counted all of the jars

And the labels told their names

And I counted all of the cars

Down the avenues and the lanes

And a light will shine on you

And deliver me the day

And I'll dance between your feet

Down the avenues and the trees

Please, please, please, just before you go

Your glass is only half empty

But you're full on so where is the show?

But you're full on so where is the show?

I count hours, they're only waiting

But in between you find something so real

You're elated

Just before you go

Your glass is only half empty

But you're full on so where is the show?

But you're full on so where is the show?