When we all ran back into the briars
We told our children 'bout the foreign shore
When we threw our boots into the fire
We told 'em all about the tug of war
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the seed and the shovel
About the prison and the promised land
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the dream of the devil
About the hurting and the healing hand, that hand
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
When we held our words up in the mirror
We told our children how to hold their tongues
When we held our heads beneath the river
We told 'em all about the iron lung
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the sins of the father
About the junkie and the jubilee
Gonna the 'em 'bout the roots in the water
About the killing in the quiet line of trees
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
All our morning kisses in the covers
And told our children what "worthy" means
And then you wrapped your arms around another
And told them what was worth a pile of beans
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the call of the ocean
About the singers and the endless song
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the body and the motion
And how the music never lasts too long, too long
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the lonely alley and the wedding bell)
('Bout the first-born sucker and the spider's web)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the mind and the muscle and the weary mile)
('Bout the heart and the hustle and the empty sky)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the tangled up truth and the perfect teeth)
('Bout the (?))
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the waterfront kiss and the call for blood)
('Bout the pig and the preacher and the holy mud)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the breeze in the summer and the call below)
('Bout the strength of the willow when the cold wind blows)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout (?) and the loaded round)
('Bout the crowd punk people and the heavy plow)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
('Bout the sunburnt belly and the hollow moon)
('Bout the end of the music comming way too soon)
'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song
