[Dormouse Sighs]

Brighter days, whiter painted graves
Under Idaho sky set to roadside attraction prayer
Traveling where the trains will?
To Gainesville
Lies!
Have a little decency and time to kill?
Unpromised land!
The avalanche of sadness!
Of untied strange commands
As symbols on their hands, now stored on foreheads!
How concerned with unsubstantial terms
And turns of circumstance

Before the day is done
My prince is gonna come

Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news
With loud and joyful cry
Boys with nothing left to lose?
Bridal shoes a birthright
Child of the Ephraimites!
Not quite prepared to speak right
Or sleep well with how well we sleep at night?
Mating rights secured
A toast to all we're meant for!

Before the day is done
My prince is gonna come

Fire and a flood
There's power in the blood
Of every little lamb
Wonderworking power