Not Here To Mourn

I'm not here to mourn, we thought little of you The tears aren't 'a welling and I'm glad that you're through I've got a party on inside, yeah that's a sparkly in my eye The increased space between us, not enough to make me cry I came to count the mourners, why didn't they wear black It speaks volumes of unkindness that, and the giveaway hats Wherever it is you're ended, that's good enough for me I was counting down the moments that set this body free Cross the line, no crossing back The sign of a cross on a factory stack Believe in powers be or subtle magic A life is the life, the trick is a trick I didn't come to parley, I heard you talk the talk I came for the wine, the water and the walk I didn't get here early, I took my time from the car I've got lunch booked for midday, then Champas' and a spa And I'll see you on the flipside, but then again I won't You're going nowhere so I'll keep this boat afloat And I'll be up in the rafters, singing righteous songs While you fertilise the fields, so we'll finally get along Cross the line, no crossing back The sign of a cross on the factory stack Believe in powers be or subtle magic A life is the life, the trick is a trick And you cross the line, no crossing back The sign of the cross on a factory stack Believe in powers be or subtle magic A life is the life, the trick is a trick Yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah/nah Yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah/yeah