The men are already leaving
Bright sweet breezes with winds go on
They fly like notes in the springtime pleasing
Touch the ivory black and white
Float through hell and heaven
Up above the changing sky
Is lost and gone forever
Still the weaving wave of sound
Will haunt this tiny place forever
No new waking up for another dawn
Let's move and change the weather
Like TV's with volume turned off
They still buzz and feel electric
When angels visit and then take off
It still smells like roses you remain ectastic