Every angel wants to be like man
Ain't no safe place under heaven
Every future knows well the past
If you don't believe me, just ask
The Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash
Every man fights his own demands
When he's down, he lives within
Every hour soon turns to trash
Why did the good life go so fast
For the Reverend?
And Mrs. E. Cash
This is David E. Cash
Nothing moving across the house
Riding wood, cover the windows
In the distance
Though some shouts
Of saints and sinners
And ghosts
Every rose
Has her finest day
Wishing young she
Was born
She could stay
But time
Does his cruel math
Where do we all go
With the Reverend
And Mrs. David E. Cash
Nothing moving across the house
Of saints and sinners
Has her finest day
Wishing young she
