Everything

Written by Sid Griffin and Pat McGarvey

In a village south of the last lonely Texas town,

Landowners lay by a pool where you hope'd they drown.

Widowers upstairs prayed down the hall,

For the only one they know who heeds their call.

The square is decked with bunting for a band,

As the padre stands in silence with a plan.

Once the sound of marching 'cross the land,

And the dreams of freedom fell to earth like sand.

The day that I give up my dream,

Is the day that I lose everything.

Everything.

For the young at heart this dance means more than this.

A time for moonlight, laughter and a kiss.

But this year hearts aren't stirred by romance.

For the love of something lost they'll take a chance.

On a signal fom the hills they raise their guns,

And a rapier from the last war that they'd won.

The wealthy pack their bags and start to run,

As the populace toast freedom they've just won.

The day that I give up my dream,

Is the day that I lose everything.

The day that I give up my dream,

Is the day that I lose everything.

Everything, everything, everything, everything.

The day that I give up my dream,

The day that I give up my dream.

Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd