Song For Frank (from "Palermo Shooting" soundtrack)

There is a world hooded in expectations
There is a mother alone with a child
There is a man wearing boots and a cashmere coat
With a latch its carefully combined
I am divine of seeing nothing
And shaking my down in my shoes
My hounds are lone ones and ones in between
There ain't one of us that refused
Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
But I don't know of things
Except the flowers in spring
And everybody gotta go some day

Some day, some day, some day, some day
Some day, yeah some day, some day, some day
Some day

There's a chorus of scrubbed up virgins
There's a father whos playing it straight
There is a man with a game and a book full of names
That gets his name as a cause and addicted
Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
But I don't know of things
Except that Elvis is King
And everybody gotta go someday

Some day, some day, some day, some day
Everybody gotta go
Some day, some day, some day, some day, some day

Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
But I don't know of things
Except the little bird sings
And everybody gotta go some day, yeah
Everybody gotta go some day

Some day, some day, some day, some day
Some day, some day, some day, some day
Some day