Sanoja: Jim White. Transnormal Skiperoo. A Town Called Amen.

The days of our innocence and grace blow by.
The smiles we wear upon our face blow by.

Oh, the sweet wine of youth
goes sour over time.
Seems like the more that you lose,
the more you ache to find...

A town called Amen.
Like a bright-eyed smile
from some long lost friend.
It's a town called Amen.

Sit at the window sill.
Watch the children rushing by.
Come a flood of summer rain.
Strange increments of time.

How the wild engines run,
burning shadows from our minds.
Lord, when the purging gets done,
I sure pray what's left behind...

is a town called Amen.
Like a bright-eyed smile
from some long lost friend.
It's a town called Amen.

Come lay down on this bed.
Hey, close your weary eyes.
Like the clouds above our heads,
life slowly passes by.

Did you kiss the dog you love,
when you were a little child?
Will you lay in the arms of
some sweet reverie a while?

In a town called Amen.
Like a bright sun rise.
Hey, if you open up your eyes,
you're in a town called Amen.

Amen.