John T. Wurzer - RAGTIME Lyrics

The sun comes up and the moon melts away
The moon melts away with a song
That plays in your head at the end of the day
A day that has gone on too long
Sleep walks in and it captures your soul
Captures your soul in a box
Ragtime blues playing yesterday's news
And somebody's shoes find their socks

My heartbeat warms up an alien band
An alien band still alive
Through civil war, famine, and a curse on this man
A curse on the man who survived
Sleep walks in and it lends you a dream
Lends you a dream and then leaves
Ragtime blues while you're hitting the snooze
Nothing to lose while I freeze

The pot boils over and the stove is a mess
The stove is a mess with hot stew
Hot stew dripping down the side of your dress
I have to confess, it's not you
Sleep walks in and it carries you up
Carries you right up the stairs
Ragtime blues always missing their cues
A couple of brews and I'm there

What's a matter with a life when you can't find your wife
But you're living with the one that you wed
What's a matter with this song
No one else sings along
And they whisper that it's all in his head
I keep throwing stones at an ocean of poems
But I get voicemails and emails instead
While these Ragtime blues have got nothing to lose
And they're dancing around in my head