آهنگ: Chris Pureka. August 28th.

August 28th and the rain slid in, like a brooding lullaby
The barn behind the school burned down and the cat got the bird
the whole town watched a man jump from the fifth story roof,
I think the whole world needs a shoeshine,
I think we're all a living proof (so the story goes)

Some days it's a present that you open,
some days it's a box full of nails
Some times you think you spend your whole life
just counting grains of sand

With some blood on your cuff and some dust in your eye
and some train station love,
We've been, we've been out there fighting the good fight
Where have you been,
where have you been?

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey,
you've got a broken violin

Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree that looked cold all winter long,
and the old man smiled at the pigeon that stole his last piece of bread
hallelujah we're all flying home on the backs of the leaving swans
We've got our hats tipped to Camelot
We've got a long long way to go
yeah we've got a long long way to go

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
I've got a coffee cup full of whiskey,
you've got a broken violin

Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
we've been out there fighting the good fight,
where have you been
lord, where have you been?