Up and Down

Up and down we're going, going nowhere fast
We sit and wait and wonder, when will come our chance?
Washing all the dishes, waiting for the bus
Time moves awfully slowly, then suddenly it's up
Death is deep and empty, but forever is long
Some will make a hundred, some not even one

Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm

I sing in the kitchen, sometimes in the hall
Some sing when they're lonely, some don't sing at all
I drink in the evening, sometimes in the day
There's spirits in the aether, and bones under the clay
Lambeg in the distance, fiddles in the pub
Summer's almost on us, and summer's almost done

Well I thought I had it all sussed out, but I'm not sure to be honest
Well I'm mostly okay, well today, I'm not quite right to be honest

Kids down at the hollow, some at city hall
Some kids are familiar with guards and prison walls
War is in the distance, war is at the door
But our heads are up the chimney, our feet under the floor
Death is bright and boomin', lighter than wren
Softer than a newborn, when life begins again

Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm

Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm