A'ight
It’s an old song
It's an old tale from way back when
It's an old song
And that is how it ends
That’s how it goes
Don't ask why, brother, don't ask how
He could have come so close
The song was written long ago
And that is how it goes
It's a sad song
It's a sad tale
It's a tragedy
It's a sad song
But we sing it anyway
'Cause here’s the thing
To know how it ends
And still begin to sing it again
As if it might turn out this time
I learned that from a friend of mine
See, Orpheus was a poor boy
(Anybody got a match?)
But he had a gift to give
(Gimme that)
He could make you see how the world could be
In spite of the way that it is
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it like a train?
Is it coming?
Is it coming this way?
On a sunny day, there was a railroad car
And a lady steppin’ off a train
Everybody looked and everybody saw
That spring had come again
Go on the Potter, off you ****. We’ll be singing this whomever has the reigns. Enjoy getting ****ed over by Chelsea when you lose a couple of games. Ta ta…