Inspired by a late night reading 'Half asleep in frog pajamas' by Tom Robbins.
lyrics
we stumble but the march of progress goes on - distilled in a book and captured in song,
when laughter drowns the dogma we’ll be free.
nature doesn’t need to win this one with words. somethings rise, others fall I’ve heard,
remember this as rings inside a tree.
i won’t be the last one out the door
and this is all just make believe
so i make my mind to take my time,
there's a bird silhouette on the laundry line,
the blackberries are ripe, it’s havest time again.
did summer come early? did it come at all?
flip-flops in puddles all down the road.
the ice is melting someplace far away.
i won’t be the last one out the door
and this is all just make believe x 2
a ring of roses and they all fall down -
water them but forget the town.
sacrifices or indignities?
now tell me something i can understand,
a truth i can hold in the palm of my hand,
a song i can sing for all humanity
i won’t be the last one out the door
and this is all just make believe x 2
the theatre of man has come to town,
the curtains back, the house lights down
spotlight on a blushing history.
don’t try to make sense of the words above
i’m not the first to confuse war and love -
do whatever you must to live your dreams.
i won’t be the last one out the door
and this is all just make believe x 2
credits
from Strangers With Shoes,
released December 1, 2009
Ben Oliver on piano
Iain Macleod on bass
Barbara Bartz on violin
Victoria Couper on backing vocals
Mixed by Thomas Heister