How do you think you'll die?
I ask you point blank on a Tuesday night
In your sleep or hot wires,
The meds that sedate,
The hit man for hire?
You smile then you take a pull
From the beer I bought
Even though you drove and you're
Off to the states tomorrow
In the eye of the bird
On the wing of the plane
Well I hope it's good and right
Well I hope it's good and right
Well I hope it's good and right
Well I hope it's good and right
Where do you think we go?
When we can't stay here
But we can't go home
And there's nothing but pins and needles?
How can I comprehend
That our bones will bend
And the cycle ends
Then we're off to some great nirvana