Ride a Pony

Here come his old friends
In suits they never wear, with whiskey
    on their breath
Carrying a box of bones
This is death
Take a long look
Take a deep breath
You're still too young
You won't remember this


Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here
You have to rich to ride a pony 'round here

The hidden one says only the broken heart is whole
Yet on the life of the living each death takes its toll
Pay no attention to words of purpose and of a life beyond
Your father was a good, good man, and he had a beautiful soul


Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here

There was a woman at the ford
Washing bloody clothes in the river
Good woman, asked I,
    whose are those
These, my son, as the garments
     you chose
We'll all meet again, we don't have 
     to ask why
So don't you cry, little girl, little girl
     don't you cry




Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
You have to be rich to ride a pony
    'round here
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here

So check it out, God does shoot craps
It turns out he's the dice
You might even catch a glimpse of him in the alley
    over there
But you'd have to look twice
To the five hundredth power
And in an infinite number of places
Cause most of what he makes is all the dark stuff
And empty spaces


Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here
You have to be rich to ride a pony 'round here

So try not to be too very sad
You see the past lights our days
The brilliance of the stars you see
Comes from so very far away
Sometimes you don't even have 
    to move
Just let the rain wear you
    right down
Slowly it washes it all away
And you flow right out into 
    the ground
God don't let even stones vanish
Everything everywhere becomes 
    something else
You can find all the pieces of a soul
In the dust upon your shelf

Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
Maybe you could ride a pony
You have to be rich to ride a pony
    'round here
You have to be rich to ride a pony
    'round here