PULL THE CURTAIN

It’s not just these few words
I’m like a willow bending low
It’s not just these few hours
Before it’s time to go

Pull the curtain
Pull the curtain
Pull it slow

Time up on this altar
Seems like minutes in a row
Seems like every time we falter
We have all our dreams in tow

Pull the curtain
Pull the curtain
Pull it slow

Were I the faithful servant
Who ran the household so
The master found me pleasing
When he returns, behold

Pull the curtain
Pull the curtain
Pull it slow

Will he come unexpected
In an hour I do not know?
Will he cut me into pieces ?
Will he bring me in the fold?

Pull the curtain
Pull the curtain
Pull it slow

For me they’ll stop their weeping
Because they see the glow
For me they’ll raise the standards
So let the trumpets blow

Pull the curtain
Pull the curtain
Pull it slow

Chris LeRoy © October 9, 2007
Published by New West Crash Music