So that we might come to know each other better in the lull
Between the air raid sirens and I asked her in for tea and then we
Smiled there in the rubble of what used to be my home
And sang the only song that really stands up
To the mess that men will make
When they are finished being sweet and gentle boys
And then they rise up from the ashes of their innocence
To break the world and then we all sing:
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh
In Memphis Tennessee there is a window in a basement
Shining green tornado skies down on a bunkbed and a bookshelf
And the girl who’s down there hiding from her high school full of zombies
While her grandpa’s on the back porch smoking weed and watching
All the skinny squirrels that chase each other up and down the scraggy maples
And if he would only tell her of the lover that he jilted
Then the two of them would understand that they are
Roughly the same person and sing
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh
Have you ever been so wretched that you sat there with your oatmeal
And your coffee in a Starbucks and you cried alone in public
And then noticed every soul around you humming like an orchestra
Just warming up and then there was the hush before the first note
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh
