Be No Cushion....

Be No Cushion
There is darkness on the edge of our time
Along the line of our horizon
Under the smoke-rise we see them
Standing In the tongues of flame
There is a family resemblance
Sadness grabs our hearts

Barney, you must go now and tell Andy
Mayberry is dead
No more sleepy hair-cuts
Slow talks on slower golden
Afternoons
On a bench outside
A door that doesn't open
Anymore
Oh dear Barney
Times are such
Just one bullet may not do...

Laughing at that screaming little
Preacher in the pulpit
Waving his ancient Book around
"Crazy" don't mean maybe
Look NOW TIME IS and Hope
May not be found
And Love will be no cushion, be no cushion
When times get hard
Love will be no cushion, be no cushion
And we fall and find how far...

The wise are with us always as they point out
That the sky has never fallen
Or wolf knocked at that door
They pity us; our simple songs
Our Father's bless'd Tradition
Curses flying from their mouths
Bound up in all their science
Yet still so unprepared
We beg them to come home
And Love will be no cushion, be no cushion
When times get hard
Love will be no cushion, be no cushion
We fall and find how far...
(Repeat 2nd Verse - "Barney..." and Chorus)