LATER THAT SAME AFTERNOON
Songwriter/Artist: Frank Trainor

EARLIER THIS AFTERNOON
I STRUCK A CHORD AND I HUMMED A TUNE
SPIRITS WOULD BE COMIN' SOON
SO I PICKED THEIR LOCKS AND THEY OPENED

PHANTOMS TRAMPED OUT ON THE PATH
THAT LEADS TO MERCY SPARED FROM WRATH
BLOOD AND PASSION POURED THEIR BATH
OF DUST AND I WAS GROPING

BUT DUST COULD NOT IMPEL THIS ROCK
TO GRIND EACH STONE AND KEY EACH LOCK
SO OFF IT WENT TOO DRY TO TALK
AND LEFT MY PHANTOMS WEEPING

"WE'RE LOST" THEY CRIED "NO LONGER FREE"
"OUR BRANCHES DEAD UPON THIS TREE"
"FEAR NOT" SAID I "IT'S UP TO ME"
"TOO SOON WE'LL ALL BE SLEEPING"

ALONE AGAIN AND SO AT LAST
THE FUTURE SOON BECAME THE PAST
I KNEW I HAD TO LEAVE THERE FAST
ITS PRESENCE NOW UPON ME

RACING BACK TO FIND MY WAY
BETWEEN THE NIGHT TIME AND THE DAY
I DREW A DYING BREATH TO PRAY
FOR EVERY USELESS NOTION

LATER THAT SAME AFTERNOON
I FELL AWAKE 'NEATH A CRESCENT MOON
PICKED OUT MY SOUL'S ONE TRUE NEW TUNE
AND FINALLY IT OPENED

BY AND BY I SET MY PHANTOMS FREE
TO WANDER UNDER LOCK AND KEY
THEIR TREASURE GRANTED NOW TO ME
THIS SONG I WILL BE KEEPING

"WE'RE LOST" THEY CRIED "NO LONGER FREE"
"OUR BRANCHES DEAD UPON THIS TREE"
"FEAR NOT" SAID I "IT'S UP TO ME"
"TOO SOON WE'LL ALL BE SLEEPING"

LATER THAT SAME AFTERNOON
I STRUCK A CHORD AND I HUMMED A TUNE