Whistling Past the Graveyard
| Written Work - Lyrics |
WHISTLING PAST THE GRAVEYARD
From the album "Whistling Past the Graveyard"
Words & Music by Paul Metsa / Paul Metsa Music - BMI.
Do not play with matches
Cause matches will start a fire
Keep your foot above flames
When walking on the wire
Life is sweet but time is short
Keep your train on the track
CHORUS
When you're whistlin' past the graveyard
And the graveyard whistles back
Don't forget your mother
She brought you in this world
You are the dream that she once had
Since she was just a little girl
Send her cards and flowers
Don't step on the crack
Repeat Chorus
The world don't owe you nothing
Don't even know your name
You might be a king or queen
But the end treats you just the same
Drop your crumbs before you leave
Don't cover up your tracks
Repeat Chorus
Someday you may loose your true love
To a stranger in a crowd
Same story for a thousand years
That makes you cry out loud
But one day shell find that stranger
Is just a con man in a gunny sack
Repeat Chorus
Go to your confession
Read your horoscope
Tell a white lie to a rabbi
Make a collect call to the Pope
But the faith that will save you
Will also break your back
Repeat Chorus
You might be in a wheelchair
Or have to step so light
Around the world in 80 days
At the speed of light
Everything that is given to you
May one day be taken back
Repeat Chorus