Pencil Rain Lyrics & Chords By They Might Be Giants

The possible dream, finale of scene
The moment that some call eternal, that some call insane
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain

The infantry stands and holds out its hands
The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train
They're searching the yonder blue, they look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain

And now hear the roar that none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all can think of a nobler cause
Than perishing in the pencil rain

The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain