Mr. Smith Goes To Heaven

Waving a glass voice
Itching to break
I saw your future
On a stage in the rain

Frail punch soldier
Tired of fighting
Hard to watch the weather
Wash your heroes away

Give my regards
To his liver and lungs
Watch them recoup the cost
From the whole in his heart

Hope you can enjoy it

Have you heard the one about a black eyed dog
Who chases the storm out of every song?
Have you heard the one about the black eyed doggy?