Saint Tibb's Suite: I. Tibb's Eve Songtext
von Tim Baker

Everything is alright
No, I′m feeling just fine
Just too fine to be inside
I need a minute in the clean air of the night

I can't believe I′m back home
But I know it when the wind blows
When I'm listening to the backhoes
Reversing in the early falling snow

They're clearing out the parking
Just one day left of shopping
And I hardly even started
And I′m here at this party with all of you

On a day that they say never comes
Yeah when all of our work will be done
When our friends and our enemies drink from the same cup


I don′t see peace or some heaven above
But at least the tree and melodies are reaching up
How high can they reach? Oh can they take me?
That's what I came to see

I try and feel the spirit
But I swear it′s disappearing
It gets fainter every year man
And I don't ever want to let it go

I wanna keep the music playing
I wanna keep the bodies swaying
I wanna keep the old boys saying
If it was any better there′d be something wrong

On a day that they say never comes
Yeah when all of our work will be done
When our friends and our enemies drink from the same cup
All our debts and regrets will be left and forgiven
But don't be holding your breath you′ll be dead before Christmas


I don't see peace but I can see love
Just like we need, like a fine feast piling up
Like a child's dream, flying over the trees
Like one final drink, lifted up in the stifling heat
Like the snow in streets, how high can we reach?
Well that′s what I came to see!