Falling of So Many Tears
Well, Bloomington's a lovely town in south central Indiana.
And, her university stands proud...all limestone trimmed in ivy
And, the alluminum siding on the houses standing near
They say that it's all in the falling of so many tears.
Well, the countryside around her lies white...frosted in the Winter.
And, her quarries look like the tombs of the kings whose souls returned from Heaven
Every weeknight promptly at eleven to wipe the sidewalks clear.
Of what's all in the falling of so many tears.
Me, I love you always like the sun must love the dawning
If I'm ever rising, I'll be rising up in you.
And, I can hear you whisper with a voice filled with its healing
That you will not be leaving when this night is through.
Well, the young and tender college boys, they've all gone home for Summer.
And, her streets have been abandoned to the bar maids and the locals.
And, all the has-beens and the hopefulls, hug their mugs and guzzle beers
And, say that it's all in the falling of so many tears.