Bruce Cockburn Follow

Standing on a rock in a river Staring at the splintered sun You could drown yourself in jewels Like a thousand other fools While you stand there looking down at what you've won
Sitting on a mountain of ashes Face to face with past regrets You could roll down to the canyon Piss away this incarnation But remember that you pay for what you get
And he says, "But don't you know How hard it is To hit the ground and mean it. And mean it?"
Walk the jangling streets of the city Trying to find the buried sun You could drown yourself in jewels Like a thousand other fools While you wander waiting for it to be done
And he cries, "Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Love can make you sad. Come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
And he's aware How hard it is To kiss the sun and mean it. And mean it.
And he screams, "Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Life can make you sad. Come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
Standing on a rock in a river Staring at the rain made one On the surface flashing diamonds Rolling down the twilight canyon And we shall kiss the sun in spite of him
So why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate?