In the year that got away, In the pocket of a killer, In the yellow of your eyes, An aptitude for counting down. Construction paper stars And the promise of protection. When the medicine is gone, You can put your faith in sugar water. You are talking to us now. You are singing us a love song. You were never on the clock. You were always in the wrong. It's a pretty thin parade When the only thing that's waving Is the linen on the line For the family in lockstep. Thank the audience tonight As the six knights of columbus Represent you to the sky, Tell you when but never why You'd leave us here To think about Forgiveness.