Spirit of The West - Death Of The Party lyrics

I offered up a weak embrace

'Till her song began to thin

Slowing to a trickle down her chin

Every head is cocked and still

Her troubles have gone on display

We knew her well before she lost her way

Should she drink on that prescription?

Mental's not an apt description

But even brilliance has it's place

When genius wears a twisted face

How'd she get so way-out there?

She's given us such a fright

I don't think she'll be coming back tonight

Hearing voices from the other side

In the darkness they keep her up

Trying to push her ball out of the cup

Should she drink on that prescription?

Mental's not an apt description

But even brilliance has it's place

When genius wears a twisted face

When genius wears a twisted face

Pull back the revelry

Send in the cavalry

The wagons formed a circle leaving her outside with me

To shiver, shake & freeze

And when she's done

Go find the phone

And make sure that her Mother's home

And then we'll need a volunteer

To get her there

'Cause she's not all here