Above It All

Above the dull gray cover the sun is shining bright
Just like the moody lover
the cloud will lift tonight

Above the private reason the truth is coming out
Just like the open season
the real will lying rout

Above the strident clamor the wren is singing low
Just like the sexy glamor
the tune will soon forgo

Above the selfish pleasure the best is taking place
Just like the asset treasure
the top will win a race

Above the dreadful mêlée the suckling babe is fed
Just like one in feet of clay
the child will not be led

Above the laws of nature the rot is going to vend
Just like the legislature
the glut will never end