miracles masked to mend   the literal for illiterates   in shady towns   people forget         a union wage   that extra tear   we overpaid   and disappeared   without a trace   into the voids      and we hope that someday   we'll awaken in our garden   to the sound of a new parade      they celebrate   the coming years   until that one   that we fear   it's all numerals   and zeros      and we hope that someday   we'll awaken in our garden   to the sound of a new parade      and we hope that someday   we'll awaken in our garden   push off that war we waged   we'll awaken in our garden   to the sound of a new parade