Old man in a rocking chair

You wake up, you’ve been living alone

After all these years

Surrounded by these shards of mirrors

And how’d it get so quiet here?

You wonder, “Where did everyone go?”

 

You tried so hard to make people remember you for something that you were not

And if they so remember you, then something else will certainly get forgot

 

Life is for the living

I’ve heard tell that it is why we are young

In the morning sun

You take every year as it comes

But when your life is over

All those years fold up like an accordion

They collapse just like a broken lung

 

Now I’ve only got one organ left in this old bag of bones

It is failing me

I try to tell people that I’m dying, only they don’t believe me

They say, “WE’RE ALL DYING,” that “WE’RE ALL DYING”

But if, but if you are dying, why aren’t you scared?

Why aren’t you scared, like I’m scared?

 

I read somewhere that when you face eternity, you will face it alone

No matter what you thought or what you had or you had not

Unless you put yourself in God

But tell me, God, oh where did you go?

 

Every bitter night, into an empty room, I plead my case

Every night I pray that in the morning when I wake

I’ll be in a familiar place and I’ll find that I’m recovered and I’m sane

And I’ll remember everything

I’ll remember what I was like before that bug bit me

 

And when I have my childhood back

I’ll tear every page out of my book

And place them in an urn

And strike a match and watch them burn

Then I’ll hold the front cover

Against the back cover and look

You see

Eternity will smile on me