See the orange sun drop on the street,
the girls in fine dresses
all cross when the cars stop.
Dirty old dogs bark in the
and I tie my necktie in the lot
Walkin' there up the stairs
and I'm fixin' on my hair
I used to try to look nice,
look who's come to say goodbye
A nod to my old friend Tim,
The girl whispers, how are you,
as I slide into the pew, I say,
with the colored lights shining
where it's ugly and brown,
heavenly sound echoes round.
The man in the robe with the candles,
I'm told, went to high school with
my Uncle Bob while he's old.
goes searching through their
When we all stand and sing as the organ,
it rings the big grand finale,
The old folks feel redeemed,
and the children fuss and scream,
and I see myself, Lord, some
Somewhere in between, my oh my
Maybe I got something in my eye
But I can't lie, I can't tell