Love, won’t you dance when I’m gone?
This breaking-out-the-black is bad enough
You’ll find me in the air.
I guess I’m use to being tossed around –
Little luchador, the big-brothers’ rag doll –
And not hard to find,
In a casket barely still
Way up on shoulders’ hill.
Do we still have a chance to save the best for last?
Like that boutonniere I’ve tried to petrify,
Since my brother took his vows.
Love, help me look alive
There’s nothing we can’t do,
When I count, alone, on you.
Spare yourself the old-fashioned lines,
“A son, survived by none.
He worked full-time.”
I don’t know why we didn’t think
To spend more on the brass section…
Do we still get our chance to save the best for last?
The last I heard our song was in a cover band,
Played to death, to no one.
Boys, play it four more times
To the beat of her heart,
And from the very start…
...Do we end up alone?
Even if I knew, I’d only look for you –
Even with a million eyes
How am I to find you, baby, every time?
When I wrestle to float,
What am I to do
But count, alone, on you?
Now I can only hope
You would sing my part
If I’m the first to go –
Just don’t let it be a psalm
“When the Saints Go Marching In?”
Can’t they pick another one?
Don’t you want to feel alive
Down in New Orleans,
While the band warms up “Take Five?”
Now, my love,
You’re getting up.
from The Victory Garden
released April 22, 2017
Patrick Burke – Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Trumpet
Jacob Chandler – Trumpet
Andrew Kuhar – Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Nicholas Kuhar – Drums, Congas, War Drum, Background Vocals
Megan Poletti Kuhar – Background Vocals
Lyrics by Andrew Kuhar & Nicholas Kuhar
Recorded by Paul Hamann & The Commonwealth
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