Cannonballs (Hey Marseilles)

Let me shout its common cause for things to fall apart For radicals to ruin all that's right I don't mean to flout the laws of government or heart I just don't want to lose your eyes Wait for the ocean-bottled news Fly-bys and radio balloons We will sing of lesser traits and play them for the magistrate In groups of four or eight or twelve Until they say "we might as well" Grocery stores and cannonballs Line up on my list of things I'll remember when I'm old Water towers and Mid-west plains still in the abyss Left unseen 'til we're further up the road Wait for the static stat airwaves Land-locked ocean-side parades We will bring our new debates And sing them for the magistrate In groups of four or eight or twelve Until they say "we might as well" Hey, hey, hey, we might as well These days are not fast Times will not last So they say, but I'm having trouble believing Try to settle soft in the canopy we've lost As you dance and sway and kiss with Costa Ricans These days are not fast Times will not last So they say, but I'm having trouble believing Try to settle soft in the canopy we've lost You are getting all you can from my hurting, from my hurting