Song Lyrics

When we all ran back into the briars
We told our children bout the foreign shore
When we threw our boots into the fire
We told 'em all about the tug of war
Wanna tell 'em bout the seed and the shovel
About the prison and the promised land
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the dream of the devil
About the hurting and the healing hand, the hand

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

When we heard our words up in the mirror
We told our children how to hold their tongues
When we held our heads beneath the river
We told 'em all about the iron lung
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the sins of the father
Bout the junkie and the jubilee,
Gonna tell 'em 'bout the roots in the water
About the killing in the quiet night of trees

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

All the morning kisses in the covers
They told our children what were their means.
Until you wrapped your arms around another
And told em love was worth a pile of beans.
Gonna tell em bout the call of the ocean
Bout the singers and the endless song
Gonna tell em bout the body and the motion
And how the music never lasts too long, too long.

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

(Bout the low-lit alley and the wedding band)
(Bout the first-born sucker in the spider's web)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

(Bout the mind and the muscle and the weary mouth)
(And the heart and the hustle and the empty sky)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song.

(Tangle of truth and the perfect team)
(Bout the pyramid of truth and each other mean)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song.

(Bout the butterfly kiss and the call for blood)
(Bout the peak in the picture and the holy mud)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

(Bout the babies in the summer and the lonely road)
(Bout to stay through the window when I'm gong on)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

(Bout the butterfly kiss and the call for blood)
(Bout the peak in the picture and the holy mud)

'Cause the music never lasts too long
For the singers and the endless song

Samuel Ervin Beam