Listen to this, and I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache
I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache and the loss of God.
I’ll tell you this —
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
Don’t let me die in an automobile
I wanna lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
As here I lie
The clouds fly by
