The devil dressed in good news
Settle for a sunset
Out beyond an empty bay
Broken was the odd pier
Peering was a past ship
That floated where the flocks would stay
Bike against a palm tree
Sinking in the grey sand
Fighting off the rust that burns
It's quiet by a shut church
The waves say that a storm's near
Gulls sleep as the sunshine fades
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Just round the bend, so shall it be
Happy to be, where are the bells?
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Reapers at end, so shall it be
Maybe we flee to the bells
Lulling to the sweeper
Cleaning up a front porch
Mosquitos stinging in my sweat
Hiding from the heat wave
It's a lot of waiting
Nowadays we always wait
Drumming on an oak bench
Singing with cicada
Running in the pollen wind
When something feels united
Then there's a lot of purpose
Fixing on a sweeper's grin
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Just round the bend, so shall it be
Happy to be, where are the bells?
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Reapers at end, so shall it be
Maybe we flee to the bells
There was once a time when
I fished with my Daddy
Who could watch the news and sleep all day
But what good could the news do
When you're always sleeping?
Sweeping up another grey
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Just round the bend, so shall it be
Happy to be, where are the bells?
Happy to be carefree, do tell?
Reapers at end, so shall it be
Maybe we flee to the bells
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