I was dead and buried

In 1995

The world didn't mourn my passing

No sure it knew I'd been alive

As it turned out

The hand of God from the rafters

In the saddest last act of a play

The end was just the beginning

Shook off the dust of that grave

As it turns out

I raised my voice

That those with ears could hear

The dead rejoice

For what is left to fear

In the clothes in which i was buried

I discovered to my surprise

Part of me took it's first step

And part of me stayed behind

As it turned out

The stumbling fool had to die there

No to be heard from again

When joy embraces the ending

The revelry truly begins

As it turns out

Raise your voice

That those with ears may hear

The dead rejoice

For what is left

(San Joaquin valley)

(newman avenue)

Many broken pieces

(angel of haston place)

Somehow come together

(6th and pch)

In a tiny room upstairs

(ah, kyler)

Pacific ocean air

(they're singing my song)

Raise your voice

That those with ears may hear

The dead rejoice

For what is left to fear

Raise your voice

That those with ears may hear

The dead rejoice

For what is left to fear

(somewhere in dallas texas)

(rainbow circle moonsong)

So many different faces

(bushnell illinois)

Somehow made familiar

(skamania and st. erik splan)

Every peak and valley

(merrill wisconsin)

I wouldn't change a thing

(orlampa and puget sound)

I couldn't change a thing

(they're singing our song)

Why would i change a thing

(they're singing our song)

(they're singing our song)