Now and Later

Everybody grab a string Today is your big day Three people shouting round you Two knees to fall upon Once the colored sky is broken in and you are rained upon Dirt and dust cannot get in the way The sun burns harder on the skin The green is distant but it's greener And who you choose to lay a weary head upon May be the last time in their life, so lay it well It is Now and it is Later It is Sweet Tart It is 3 Musketeers who don't see eye to eye It is the Hundred Grand that you let pass you by Everybody pull your strings together Squash the cardboard heart and hear it splatter Fill your bag and bear your teeth in the heated hailstorm Once the colored sky is broken in and you are rained upon The nights seem shorter either way The dreams do not stop getting weirder And who you choose to lay a weary head upon May hold you tighter knowing they need you as well It is Now and it is Later It is Sweet Tart It is the Airheads flicking you off on the road It is not caring knowing your left turn was right Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo