Rites Of Man

(Kelly/Mann) I found my coat Had trouble with the sleeves We lifted your box And bent at the knees Know what tears the most? It's the disregard for your holy ghost You left the world, the world kept going. Now I'm alone I'm alone And I don't fit here in our home Where nothing tastes the same With the tip of my tongue Holding on to your name Come on and pick me up Raise me off the floor Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Make me understand The rites of Man Peace and quiet Are over-rated words The music of out home faded and unheard Everything's as I left it; Orderly and perfect Nothing is out of place All the cassettes stay in their case