Rites Of Man

(Kelly/Mann)
 I found my coat
 Had trouble with the sleeves
 We lifted your box
 And bent at the knees
 Know what tears the most?
 It's the disregard for your holy ghost
 You left the world, the world kept going.
 Now I'm alone
 I'm alone
 And I don't fit here in our home
 Where nothing tastes the same
 With the tip of my tongue
 Holding on to your name
 Come on and pick me up
 Raise me off the floor
 Let me hear the band
 Play the Rites of Man
 Come on and lift my head
 Lead me to the door
 Make me understand
 The rites of Man
 Peace and quiet
 Are over-rated words
 The music of out home faded and unheard
 Everything's as I left it;
 Orderly and perfect
 Nothing is out of place
 All the cassettes stay in their case