Rise to Fall - Edgar Winter Group

Falling voices calling

Of a dear old dream

Sliding, drifting, writhing

Time is wild it seems

Come and see my church and my steeple

Thousands of people are praying

Why, join a part in your head in your heart

In the garden where children are playing

Come, chant and sing, drink my wine, wear my ring

Cast my ashes in front of another

Don’t refill my cup, you can kill me

And leave by the stairs in the rear

Time you met my choir and my rector

Building inspector is leaving

Come check it out, you’ve been hearing about it

And now there’s no time left for brathing

Come, hang around, throw my pride on the ground

Can’t you see thre were others before me?

Please ignore my truth, you can buy me

And leave by the stairs in the rear

Rise to fall, no hope, only glory

Telling the story too many

Times that I’ve cried after being denied

By the spirits who weren’t having any

Sleep in my bed, break your heart, waste your bread

But be sure not to hear what I’m saying

Don’t refill my cup, you can kill me

And leave by the stairs in the rear

Slipping, falling deeper

Back into the wild

Sliding, drifting, gliding

While you rock good night