Living, son, it ain't no crime,
You know that men like you die all the time
Well, nobody stays in their place
No matter how I might chain to the floor
Forever more, et cetera
In the morning, I'll be gone
In the morning, I'll be gone
I'll never plan what I'll become
Thought that my mind'd stay as pure as it was
Thought I'd be dust
Without you
From the passing car, I heard the chorus
in the bars - Hallelujah
And I heard them in the street
Writing 'A', 'U', and 'M'
Reading everything into each word of them
Without you
I said a prayer on the plane
Strangers all around me
Carry me back to my home
Carry me back to whatever there was
Before all this form
These chains that read 'You're born of sin'
I'm tired of all that I've been
I felt relived, I fell asleep
'Til the descent, when I woke to see
The lights of New York City glowing gold for me
Without you