The Green

The Hall’s right up the stairs

The Hall’s right up the stairs

The smell of stale beer

I see them dancing there

I can feel your stare

I don’t seem to care

He’s got that Neil Diamond Flare

that Neil Diamond Flare

At the Green

At the Green

At the Green

Leaving you at the green

Now everyone is there

They dance around despair

They don’t seem to care

He’s got that Neil Diamond flair

You were always there

Out sitting on the backstairs

Playing with your hair

A silhouette unaware

At the Green

At the Green

At the Green

Leaving you at the green

Now they sit around and stare

Those caskets make good chairs