August 28th

August 28th -Chris Pureka

August 28th and the rain slid in

Like a brooding lullaby

The barn behind the school burned down

And the cat got the bird

The whole town watched a man

Jump from the fifth story roof

I think the whole world needs a shoeshine

I think we're all a living proof

so the story goes）

Some days it's a present that you open

Some days it's a box full of nails

Some times you think

You spend your whole life

Just counting grains of sand

With some blood on your cuff

And some dust in your eye

And some train station love

We've been we've been out

There fighting the good fight

Where have you been

Where have you been

And so

Saddle up for the carneval ride

Bring the celebration home

I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey

You've got a broken violin

Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree

That looked cold all winter long

And the old man smiled at the pigeon

That stole his last piece of bread

Hallelujah we're all flying home

On the backs of the leaving swans

We've got our hats tipped to Camelot

We've got a long long way to go

Yeah we've got a long long way to go

Yes we

Saddle up for the carneval ride

Bring the celebration home

I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey

You've got a broken violin

Saddle up for the carneval ride

Bring the celebration home

We've been out there fighting the good fight

Where have you come

Lord where have you come