If Only We Could Fund the Arts Lyrics

The wind's a brush

Her hair's the leaves

Roots are rivers

Rich as Thebes

Meet me there

At one-fifteen

Where do you like to go

When you can't sleep

I close my eyes

Play the part

Read the lines

Even when it's dark

Trace the glyphs

Where you left your mark

If only we could

Fund the arts

On the other side of midnight

On the other end of town

Soliloquies and cigarettes

And shuffling on the ground

The local mausoleum

Has a body on display

It was the finest broken guitar

Ever made

I would love you

Past the tomb

I would love you

In my womb

And if you lie

I lie too

That's true

I can't get my

Wick to start

But I'm convinced

God changed their heart

Every time

I see the sparks

If only we could

Fund the arts

On the other side of midnight

On the other end of town

Soliloquies and cigarettes

And shuffling on the ground

I hope you feel the friction

Every time I turn the page

Like the finest broken guitar

Ever made

If only we could fund the arts