The Bittersweet Wedding Singer

Long ride home. The coast is soaked from the rainfall that ended the celebrating and the working. Congratulations are hurried along before water damages stack up too high. They left it all on the dancefloor in their dresses and suits. Its always a good time. When you're at work it looks like it before and after you've put on a uniform. But perhaps no one noticed the floor had been swept. Perhaps they did. The miller light spin the soultrain bottle had to at least. Through the face and the beard it must be hard to hear a beautiful melisma over a dance ballad. Woes and so whats aren't worth any bread though. If there was a party goin on, it was missed by six craftsman making their offerings up. Eyes of stars gleaming in mine say 'well done'. Then they were heard, and the answers came down. Down and down until the lights in the sky went out. The dream is become premoniton, but the dreamer is yet awake. Under my song may the union be blessed.