Up On The Hillside

Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine

Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine

You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign

See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine

Over the mountain I can hear myself called

I want to come running but my window's too small

The cliffs are so high and I might fall

What were you saying? -- oh, it's nothing at all

Yes, the world's in convulsions and the weather is fine

Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime

I must get going, you know, there's not much time

The road is waiting and I'm running out of rhyme

Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine