undertaker...

when you are treated like you should be
the sky goes on forever in a symphony in song.
the water can flow
like its streaming out of fountains
and all you gotta do
is find a sword in a stone.

i take some of the night
like birds of paradise,
like way down in pollyanna
where the race runs wild.

but if you you leave
you better call the undertaker.
call him to take me.

better place me in a box
and fasten all the locks
then throw me over the river bridge.
because love is so good when
you are treated like you should be.
the sea goes on like a symphony of song.