No one's laughing when you get the call,
that sooner or later,
you have just
lost it all.
Your money is gone,
gone in the wind,
or you believe you're finally paying
for that last committed sin.

And then you ask yourself,
"When did it all go wrong?"
but you already saw the signs,
and they're all miles and miles long.

When we find that the call is short,
to the point.
Very blunt.
And sharp.
No heavens shall sing,
not a pluck of a single harp.

No one's laughing,
as a love one is put to rest,
and all we have to say,
is nothing but the very best.

Or nothing at all.

No one's laughing,
no not anymore.

Not as we all begin to cry,
behind closed doors.

No one's laughing.
No not any more.