August 28th - Chris Pureka

August 28th and the rain slid in, like a brooding lullaby

The barn behind the school burned down and the cat got the bird

The whole town watched a man jump from the fifth story roof

I think the whole world needs a shoeshine

I think we’re all a living proof (so the story goes)

Some days it’s a present that you open

Some days it’s a box full of nails

Some times you think you spend your whole life

Just counting grains of sand

With some blood on your cuff and some dust in your eye

And some train station love

We’ve been, we’ve been out there fighting the good fight

Where have you been

Where have you been?

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home

I’ve got a coffee cup full of whiskey

You’ve got a broken violin

Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree that looked cold all winter long

And the old man smiled at the pigeon that stole his last piece of bread

Hallelujah we’re all flying home on the backs of the leaving swans

We’ve got our hats tipped to Camelot

We’ve got a long long way to go

Yeah we’ve got a long long way to go

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home

I’ve got a coffee cup full of whiskey

You’ve got a broken violin

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home

We’ve been out there fighting the good fight

Where have you been

Lord, where have you been?