Cannonballs - Hey Marseilles

Let me shout its common cause for things to fall apart

For radicals to ruin all that’s right

I don’t mean to flout the laws of government or heart

I just don’t wanna lose your eye

Wait for the ocean-bottled news

Fly-bys and radio balloons

We will sing of lesser traits

And play them for the magistrate

In groups of four or eight or twelve

Until they say «we might as well»

Grocery stores and cannonballs

Line up on my list of things I’ll remember when I’m old

Water towers and Mid-west plains still in the abyss

Left unseen 'til we’re further up the road

Wait for the static stat airwaves

Land-locked ocean-side parades

We will bring our new debates

And sing them for the magistrate

In groups of four or eight or twelve

Until they say «we might as well»

Hey, hey, hey, we might as well

These days are not fast

Times will not last

So they say, but I’m having trouble believin'

Try to settle soft in the canopy we’ve lost

As you dance and sway and kiss with Costa Ricans

These days are not fast

Times will not last

So they say, but I’m having trouble believin'

Try to settle soft in the canopy we’ve lost

You are getting all you can from my hurting, from my hurting

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