So your heart is not a souvenir
Singing from behind a sad veneer
And tell me, did you lose your calling card?
When they brought the gavel down so hard

Well it takes a long time to get it back
The bread you paid and the breadth you lack

Amen, so be it
Amen, so be it
Amen, so be it
Amen

So they’re pulling all the stops out
You better start pulling all the props out
And hope nobody has a sharpened word
For such a precious little bluebird

Lord, it takes a handshake to do it right
The friends you lost in the wars you fight