For the Dead

By Gene

On To See the Lights

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With every wind I hear you sing

"You will be fine"

With every note stuck in your throat

"This is your time" but

Everyone is just walking away from me

Am I really that nasty?

All the dust and dirt affects my skin

Everyone is just turning away from me

Am I really that dirty?

It's dark and cold, so let me in

Oh yes, I'm in love with this land of plenty

Full of folks that still are friendly

I've lost my will, but still I see some hope

Give me a rope, I'll take it gladly

Find me a tree, make sure it's sturdy

Bye ma, it's my time to go

Yes, this one's for the dead

With every wind, oh I hear you sing

"You will be fine"

With every note stuck in your throat

"This is your time" but

Everyone is just walking away from me

Am I really that nasty?

All the dust and dirt affects my skin

Everyone is just turning away from me

Am I really that filthy?

It's dark and cold, so let me in

Oh yes, I'm in love with this land of plenty

We laugh aloud we deliver gently

I've lost my will, but still I see some hope

Give me a rope, I'll take it gladly

Find me a tree and make it snappy

Bye ma, it's my time to go

Yes, this one's for the dead

Yes, this one's for the dead