Inside Joke Eulogy

Can you hear us now?
We don't make a sound
Can you hear us now?
We don't make a sound

As I hear a tap on my window I wonder
Is it really done, is this really over?
The sands of time had drawn us apart
Pulled away from this piece of our art
The words you spoke were the words of a prophet
You wrote the scripture, the book, and I lost it
Now I sit in the cold with the pages missing
And wait until my mind stops drifting

Into the sun
I wait for all of our words to become funny again
Ripped from our mouths
I'm watching all of our words becoming words of the dead

I'm gonna be dead by the end of number three
Will you read my inside joke eulogy?
Don't you scream or cry for me
Reading my inside joke eulogy
The funeral's costly but laughter is free
Reading my inside joke eulogy
I'm gonna be dead by the end of number three
Will you read my inside joke eulogy?

When we're done
When all our stuff is gone
Sitting there by the fireside
Will you be tapping on our window?

When the circus comes to town
And you just can't lift that frown
And you kick the car and drove too far
And now you're on a journey

When the sun begins to set
And you're cold and soaking wet
And your drummer quit the band
Because you don't let him write songs

When you can't afford your food
And you're in this somber mood
And the numbers don't add up
Just take a walk outside

When all has been said and done
When we tell our jokes so fun
We look into each other's eyes
And realize we both have to die

I will never read aloud
This scripture that we both have found
It will die with me today
In this inside joke eulogy

The funeral is costly but laughter is free
Reading my inside joke eulogy
I'm gonna be dead by the end of number three
Will you read my inside joke eulogy?



Credits
Writer(s): Devin Gourley
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