Before That Final Bell

You can hang your head
But that won’t do a thing
But you should bang your drum
If that’s what helps you sing
I don’t follow the full moon
It’s just bound for day
I don’t keep too much company
Cause it just gets in the way
I don’t follow the North Star
It always points afar
But you can go ahead and be right there
If that’s where you think you are
Nobody goes from Broadus to Garryowen
Without about a thousand tales to tell
And what if it don’t dry up and blow away?
Sometime before that final bell
Through the steel of the skyline
Iron shadows cast
I try to navigate the countryside
But it moves too goddamn fast
Up and down these stony walls
The lonely traveler climbs
The wind it sings for Mary
But the people just think it whines
Such is the life of a missioner
To sow what others reap
Across the whole dark continent
But who do they think they’re keeping?
Nobody goes from Broadus to Garryowen
Without about a thousand tales to tell
And what if it don’t dry up and blow away?
Sometime before that final bell