Lyrics

Mourning the grains of the hourglass sand
It's already autumn
And those that fall hand in hand
In hand they walk down the aisle
A city block a country mile
Frantically hoping for hope
Here under a storm of perfume
Honour Analee
Periscope up your chablis
Honour Annalee
With a toast from those of us
Who couldn't be here tonight
And a toast to those of us
Who wandered into the light
Whispering an elegant breeze
Honour Annalee
Initials we carved in the tree
Fading annually
Stirring our memories our curiosity
Reminding you, reminding me
Where we'd rather be
With the ghosts of most of us
Who couldn't be here tonight
They're so ambiguous
Returning to us despite
All of those years spent between
Other galaxies
Spinning at phonograph speed
Universally
Reminding you, reminding me
How we used to be
Waltzing while losing our leaves
Distant memories
Of a ghost
And a toast to those of us
Who couldn't be here tonight
And the mostly ghosts of us
Who wandered into the light
So damned alarming
The hour's at hand for
Those that crossed over to
Try to cross back again
Exchanging uncertain smiles
Turn the clock back awhile
Frantically hoping for hope