Comedy Horn

Choking my lips I won't take the change too hard

(If you want we'll end it all with a phone call)

Dreading every last fight, you speed off, move on

(It's a worn out war, sound the comedy horn)

I stopped freezing once, it got so cold

(Bones were breaking, even organs slowed)

And still I want to agree, the test melted me, and the recipe is flawed

Yes it seems the rain has stopped moving, and it's settled straight over us

The plate in my hip kept me from swiveling off, with the body of an 80 yr old

I'll make that finish strong, fresh faced with smiles, that's the strangest dream of all