Go Ask The Dead Man
John Austin
What’s the warmth of one warm smile?
How bright the lights in loved one’s eyes
And where’s the charm in cloudy skies?
Oh, go ask the dead man
Who has eyes for an evening sun?
The smell of earth, the smell of storms
And how intense is the lightest touch?
Oh, go ask the dead man
They say dead men tell no tales
But if you want to hear your own heart beating
Listen well, listen well
Go ask the dead man, go ask the dead man
How potent is the joy of fools?
What price these diplomatic duels
What’s sorrow in the rape of rules?
Oh, go ask the dead man
Oh, go ask the dead man