Dancing at Her Funeral - The Limousines

Decorated in lights

And surrounded by traffic cones

There was a car crashed wrapped

Around a telephone pole

With a soft layer of firefighter’s

Chemical foam

The stranger’s favorite song still

Playing on the radio

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

The trouble I’ve been through

And as the ambulance takes her to the hospital

The only words she can say are, «Can you take me home?»

Before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow, oh, no…

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

The trouble I’ve been through

And we’ll be dancing at her funeral

Dancing at her funeral

Now they’re digging a hole

Cutting her name in stone

Sending out invitations to her friends back home

Digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, oh, no…

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

The trouble I’ve been through