Lord old Samuel's layin' low

Waitin' for storm clouds to blow

Through and leave the sky just so…

Old stone Samuel's layin' low.

Reena's got a soul so deep

If it opened out would creep

Truths of life so bittersweet

Hoping only makes her weep.

A wet brush isn't a painting

A scale just isn't a song

Checks against a bank of promise

Can't be cashed except by action in the world

Action in the world.

Sandy plans to write her book

Once she has the time to look

Exhaustively through words that shook

All her heroes to their knees.

Michael bends and puts his nose

To the grindstone, holds the pose

Swears he'll deliver like a fucking hose

Soon as someone spins the wheel.

A wet brush isn't a painting

A scale just isn't a song

Checks against a bank of promise

Can't be cashed except by action in the world

Action in the world.