1st of May sister- put that record on  and dance thru the rooms   of the house of your dreams  there's not much 'round here that's half  as pretty as it seems  but it gets bigger  and it gets better  so put that record on and dance until  the sadness is gone  and they say sister  they say all is fine  truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine  fine  fine  well here's the laughter  and here's the sore throat  and here's another one of the only kind  that will ever grow here  and the air is full of...  mark my words and sleep  - the air holds nothing  so ten years of falling down is nothing, now?  ten years of feeling sick is nothing?  Well I spy an eye for an eye and  a tooth for a tooth in you  and I spy clear skies all over  and I spy a life repeating itself in you  so he might say "- I remember a feverish night   when she would cling to the walls   and talk like a child  and that car travel under the beautiful sky  that car travel into the longest of nights  and the air was full of  poisoned words  and the record's broken  and as I walk through every room of my life,  thinking I can never take the edge of anything  and shape it to a perfect ball  and let it roll down the hall  to knock all this shit out of my way,  the sun brakes thru,  the sun brakes thru  and I see you/Isee you like always  like every day  and still I dance thru the rooms  of the house of my dreams  nothing 'round here is   half as pretty as it seems  and it won't get bigger  it won't get better  but put that record on and dance with me  Until the Sadness Is Gone