on a cobweb afternoon

in a room full of emptiness

by a freeway I confess

I was lost in the pages

of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go

in your house I long to be
room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
like a stone I'll wait for you there

on my deathbed I will pray
to the gods and the angels