Dead Mens Songs

(or songwriting is a funny sort of hobby)

Gonna find your rainbow

Gonna wait until the sun goes down

Gonna meet you in the dark

and I'll give you misery

You'll hold out your riches 

Like pennies for a dying man

and you will see 

what it was

you meant to me

For dead men tell stories

while they wait for the end of time

Take a chair

and I'll tell you some of mine

And yes they'll be laughter

And some stories that are true

But mostly

I'll be singing

about you