Feels like somebody's
Playing "Chopsticks" on my bones.
Demon dance party
Going on in my brain.
I keep a conversation,
Even though I know,
I'm all alone.
Cannot tell the sacred
From the profane.

And I said,
Hey, it's gonna get better,
It's gonna get better before
It gets worse.
I thank God for Springtime,
And the Sun shining all around.
It's been too cold to stick a shovel
In the ground.

Take all them mansions
For a home down in the valley.
Swap in that streamline,
For a long black hearse.
Take all your jewelry,
Your fine array,
Your pretty things,
Mix a little ashes in that rouge,
And everybody sing.

Hey, it's gonna get better,
It's gonna get better before
It gets worse.
I thank God for Springtime,
And the Sun shining all around.
It's been too cold to stick a shovel
In the ground.

Well I don't know you,
But I'll let you pass under my door.
You're not the first one
To have come this way before.
They shore up castles, raises armies.
Claim hemispheres,
But sooner or later,
Everyone of them is gonna
Wind up here.

And I said,
Hey, it's gonna get better,
It's gonna get better before
It gets worse.
I thank God for Springtime,
And the Sun shining all around.
It's been too cold to stick a shovel
In the ground.

About the artist...

Levi Shrader is a playwright, musician, actor and educator living and working in Chicago. He has been seen previously in productions with (re)discover theatre co. and the Barrens Theatre Co., the curated art show the Sh*thole, and various music venues around the city. When not writing or performing, Levi is a first-grade teacher.