Bright Red Wagon

She is going to heaven in a bright red wagon.

There's no time for waiting.

Please join in this procession.



I look best in white, but we wear black tonight.

We will be like ghosts tonight

and vanish in the light.



Slowly we are dragging

our feet across the broken bacls

of those who fell before us.

And we all join in the chorus:



"She is going to heaven in a bright red wagon.

There's no time for waiting.

Please join in this procession."



We look best in white, but we wear black tonight.

We will be like ghosts tonight

and vanish in the light.