I'm tired of the city
Take me somewhere pretty
Lay me in a flower bed
Pour some dirt on my head
Cause I'd like to meet my bloodline
Reach out and touch the coastline
And my folks would celebrate
No mourning at the wake
A good death
A final breath
When I go I won't regret
A good death
These cabin floors are creaking
Almost sounds like angels singing
Flying low to take my hand
Lead me to the promised land
A good death
A final breath
When I go I won't regret
A good death
I've come to fear the darkness
And I've wondered if I can stop it
But the water laps the shore
And I've sat beneath a sycamore
A good death
A final breath
When I go I won't regret
A good death
When I go I won't regret
A good death
A good death