(naydock/badlees)



When the rain is sports arena loud

In the evening of a self-inflicted day

And you're contemplating sides that might collide

The hemlock society and life insurance salesmen

And you discover all your coupons are for things you hate

And all your pennies are canadian and you curse that paperweight



Drown it all and leave it still

You're a millionaire of words

Hand in hand as light as birds

We'll go running up that hill



When acquaintances drain your reservoir

Of cigarettes like bad construction

And all your phone conversations slither

Into a sales pitch from the world of don lapre

And the love from a close-as-sisters friendship

Up and dies like it too often does



Drown it all and leave it still

You're a millionaire of words

Hand in hand as light as birds

We'll go running up that hill



The funeral directors' trade show crowd

Strangles parking so you drive a while

Past streets and neighborhoods and ghosts

Of incidents that now define you

When the weight of expectation cracks

Cracks your countenance in the damnedest places



Drown it all and leave it still

You're a millionaire of words

Hand in hand as light as birds

We'll go running up that hill