Don't touch my vein with your new needle,
don't be afraid of the pinebeetle,
just rest assured that there will be another day to.
It may be here and maybe not,
and I'm not sure of all we've got,
a season ticket to the war,
for the human heart.
So let us gather by the light
some people hurt, some people might,
I hold you in my mind tonight to great distraction.
And tender is my sleepy bed,
might club me in my sleepy head,
and eating dinner with your friends,
by their cabin on the lake.
And has it really been this long since we were free?
I will now hold my head up high,
and I will walk into the light,
erasing every trace in sight,
of every memory.
So what's your problem, what's your beef?
I've got this gap between my teeth,
and but for this I might have been a different man.
And by your watch some time will pass,
and by your wine from glass to glass,
and I have seen the coming of our precious lord.
We all unfold our pages from right to left,
someday I'll get a used guitar,
and on its string I'll try to play
this lonesome tune to you.
We all have sinned, we all have saved,
and much of this our true heart gave,
we all have given to our grave our own excesses.
So watch me blow into some hat,
part clouterly (?) part sacred cow,
and I am ready for my close up,
with the lord.