The Dead Rejoice

I was dead and buried
in 1995
the world didn't mourn my passing
no sure it knew I'd been alive
as it turned out

the hand of God from the rafters
in the saddest last act of a play
the end was just the beginning
shook off the dust of that grave
as it turns out

i raised my voice
that those with ears could hear
the dead rejoice
for what is left to fear

in the clothes in which i was buried
i discovered to my surprise
part of me took it's first step
and part of me stayed behind
as it turned out

the stumbling fool had to die there
no to be heard from again
when joy embraces the ending
the revelry truly begins
as it turns out

raise your voice
that those with ears may hear
the dead rejoice
for what is left

(San Joaquin valley)
(newman avenue)
many broken pieces
(angel of haston place)
somehow come together
(6th and pch)
in a tiny room upstairs
(ah, kyler)
pacific ocean air
(they're singing my song)

raise your voice
that those with ears may hear
the dead rejoice
for what is left to fear

raise your voice
that those with ears may hear
the dead rejoice
for what is left to fear

(somewhere in dallas texas)
(rainbow circle moonsong)
so many different faces
(bushnell illinois)
somehow made familiar
(skamania and st. erik splan)
every peak and valley
(merrill wisconsin)
i wouldn't change a thing
(orlampa and puget sound)
i couldn't change a thing
(they're singing our song)
why would i change a thing
(they're singing our song)
(they're singing our song)