Permanent Press Lyrics

Right or wrong here's a song
It holds me to my rails
Entrails in common view
A lasting piece of you
Hurting grows the poison prose
It holds me to my thoughts
I caught a scene or two of worthy news.
So write yourself in melody
and make the words agree
Lay it out for all to see just who you used to be.
'Cause oh the seasons, do they pass
Like naked sunshine through broken glass
The days will slide on by too fast if you don't try.
When flesh and bone is dead and gone
A song will still remain to prove
An honest word forever heard
by someone just like you
Shall bear eternal fruit
An honest word for you
The solid truth