Keep a trumpet In my top drawer Cause it's a hot world When your heart is on the floor Keep on sailing for that Far shore Cause it's a Tough world When you're fighting your own war There are Many places With their Locked doors But it's that Sweet sound Picks my heart up off the floor So we Keep on marching through the door Ok ok just let it go Take the only road you know The one that calls you from inside In my hands I hold the past Lead me closer to the light
