Dancing At Her Funeral decorated in lights and surrounded by traffic cones there was a car crashed wrapped around a telephone pole with a soft layer of fire fighter'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