It's OK. It's alright. Go back to bed now, everything is fine
But I don't buy it all, oh no. I can feel it in the rag and the bone
That everything has changed in my life
And I'll be picking up the pieces 'til I die
It's no life
How long's the wait into heaven, anyway?
I imagine a single-file procession slowly creeping past the gates
And how much say do we really have in anything we do?
Does everyone become a ghost?
Who haunts where, and who haunts who?
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
You know that's what I grew up believing
How long's the wait into heaven, anyway?
I envision miles of torrid ocean, black and boundless in its length
All my loved ones stacked in limbo, bodies making up the waves
Calling out in tongues through the gnashing of their teeth
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
You know that's what we all like believing
I need to see some wild birds
I need to feel like it's worth it
I need a reason to go on
'Cause I can't stop my mind