(John Lombardo/Mary Ramsey) City streets with noises abound, telephone wires sparkled with sound All believed impeachably world without end, amen, amen And the gra** grew yellow and brown and the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked we wouldn't believe it was true Boy with a friend a walking the land, woman in fields a plow in the earth Goods a'plenty in front of the store, life was in love with the mushroom cap war And the gra** grew yellow and brown and the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked we wouldn't believe it was true Looking for the fort we built by the old abandoned mine But there was nothing, nothing we could find There was no place for seeking and hiding, no time left for us finding
The worn-out whiskey bottles as my cold hands drawing crosses on the ground Searching for our secret tree, the one with both our names But there was nothing, nothing we could find There was no place for seeking and hiding, no time left for us finding The worn-out whiskey bottles as my cold hands drawing crosses on the ground Stunted trees growing wild in the pool, once summertime swims Now shade keeps us cool Kunda's baby never got born, victory gardens all withered and worn And the gra** grew yellow and brown and the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked we wouldn't believe it was true The rags of flowers bloom The clouds a living tomb And Christmas is coming soon, turn gladly back home