Burning & Bright

Well, every day is ninety The thunder and the lightnin' The boys consuming fire and ice I'm told we're held by Jesus But who is He to squeeze us? And who are we to think that He's nice? When the downtown crowds gathered 'round To march in the summer parade Which will be rained on The day might've been won If not for the songs to be sung Keep your head up While we are still handsome and young Well, meanwhile, I just listened To the rainfall from the kitchen Where I could've had you last night And you dreamed of salvation And I of education And of the bits that fell out my mind Well, somehow I'm still passing up A warm kiss and a coffee cup And goldmines that might've been gained Keep your hand to the plow While we're young and we're strong and we're brave When holy hands won't touch themselves I know some others that might Keep your eyes open While we are still burning and bright