Thoughts And Prayers

How can the grim reaper creep

If he really doesn't have the time?

And how long would you sleep

If the sun decided not to shine?

There's a man who lives up the block

He doesn't even own a clock

Sometimes he stays awake for days

He's doing it his own way

I used to give my friends a call

Now there's no one left at all

I think my father used to say

There's got to be a different way

To make myself feel OK

Or maybe that's just how he used to pray

And who cares how people live

If living's all they got?

And who knows how money grows?

Drop a nickel in the pot

I wrote a letter down to you

Like I'm Sullivan Ballou

It's a recipe for blue

Like it's 1862

Maybe I'm just a cast away

Or a poor boy led astray

There's no one left here to betray

The only child of the earth

Nobody left here to give birth

It's hard to tell what that's worth

I used to look up at the sky

Up at the beautiful blue sky

But now the earth has turned to gray

There's got to be a better way

To talk to God and hear her say

There are reasons why it is this way