Tithe to the Sun
Of and often mixed in with
Musical memories
The standards raised
And appropriate tithe given
To the Sun
We go all the way
A brilliant motive
Set and run under program number 777
All the way
We go all the way
Even after serious mistakes
And banal blunders
And dropped balls
And abused lovers
We go all the way
In program number 777
We’ll go all the way
When you lose your way
And I lose mine
We get lost
And lose the time
And wandering alone together
We’ll wonder: well…
Do I even remember
If I fared well?
Even when you can’t remember
And it’s late December
We’ll go all the way
Although you said it couldn’t happen
And I did too
And you were there for my tears
And I was there for you
We’ll still stand strong
And we’ll take train 777
Which always runs on time
And we’ll go all the way