Staring down the sharp steel   The sightless reject a floating world   Trading cattle for beans   And trumpets for crumbling walls      And when bones break like glass   And the swingin’ begins, watch your words   Cause heavy lie the horns   Of the pretty and fake      So sing to me, Irishman   Of all I thought I’d never know   Memories played as a movie reel   Like a junior high dance   On a red brick patio      And so it grows      Journey into the cracks   Cause Brower’s worth more than foolish gold   Leave the dead to the crows   And the ghosts to their haunted halls      And when hair falls away   And vision is blurred, what can be said   For the scars that remain   And the labored yet blissful walk?      So come with me down this road   To a place I thought we’d never knows   Where the magazines make our time so sweet   And the stone brings a change   That we’ll forever show      And so it grows