by Tom Flannery
copyright 2007 (BMI)
My friend Canadian
songwriter Lorne Clarke, after hearing the first song in this
collection, I
Hate Getting Up in the Morning, suggested that the last song should
be called "Sunset".
Since his ideas are usually way better than mine, I took his suggestion.
Hey hey...where'd everybody
go
it's like the streets were
hit with a body blow
that might've landed a
bit too low
but we learned that lesson
a long time ago
at sunset
at sunset
When you work the same soil
that they lay you in
and the ghosts they fight
fair and still you never win
forced to lay your body
on the head of a pin
to rest so you can begin
again
at sunset
at sunset
when all the sweat is wiped
away
from still another 12 hour
day
it's when we hit our knees
to discuss
why he remembers them but
forgot about us
Even the river is past her
prime
and a pawn shop replaced
the 5 and dime
the soothing words of a
nursery rhyme
are abridged to pacify
the time
at sunset
at sunset
When you ask..did these
men die in vain
and you're busy popping
pills for the pain
or injecting new hope into
the veins
looking for a habit to
sustain
at sunset
at sunset
when the last child is tucked
into bed
and that phone stops ringing
in your head
and you grasp your lover
as if you'll drown
battered by the waves of
this town
Hey hey...where'd everybody
go
it's like the streets were
hit with a body blow
that might've landed a
bit too low
but we learned that lesson
a long time ago
at sunset
at sunset
at sunset
at sunset