Dancing at Her Funeral

Decorated in lights and surrounded by traffic cones

There was a car crashed wrapped around a telephone

Pole with a soft layer of fire fighter's chemical foam

The stranger's favorite song still playing on the radioNobody knows the trouble i've seen

The trouble i've been throughAnd as the ambulance takes her to the hospital

The only words she can say are can you take me home

Before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow

Oh no...Nobody knows the trouble i've seen

The trouble i've been throughAnd we'll be dancing at her funeral

Dancing at her funeralNow they're digging a hole

Cutting her name in stone

Sending out invitations to her friends back home

Digging a hole

Cutting her name in stone

Oh no...