I. Introduction

(Instrumental)

II. Dead On A Car Park Floor (Part One)

I'm dead on a car park floor

But my nerve endings feel no pain

Though there's no life in my face or my body

There's activity in the brain

Sounds of the street outside here

Still make it through to my ears

And the sounds of distant voices

Are the hallmark of my fears

Everything I thought about has come to pass

(But in its own way)

Everything is dead and gone but...

...to other folks it's still another day

Everything I thought about!

There was nothing I could live without

Everything I dreamed about

And all my life are ended..

Here...

Tonight

I'm dead on a car park floor

And I can only see the roof

No eye movement to the left or the right

Can deny this simple truth

No messages from the muscles

No more spasms down the spine

No reaction to the simple facts

Of all that is mine

Everything I thought about has come to pass

(But in its own way)

Everything is dead and gone but...

...to other folks it's still another day

Everything I thought about!

There was nothing I could live without

'Cause all the things I dreamed about

And all my life are ended..

Here...

Tonight

III. Afterlife What? (Part One)

The air in here is stifling me

The sound of engines fills the air

I'm lying, still staring, still....

Watching the roof. (Which stays the same)

Touches of panic here and there

Voices of a few who seem to care. (Are you all right?)

Or are they just frightened?

Just people who want to get on home?

And the five o clock rush will go on without me

As if I never was

And here on this floor

I'm still waiting....

To be carried away

Carried away

When I was young I had these dreams

Nightmares of cogs in great machines

And flowers, rubber stamped, with a ringing sound

That I still can't explain.....

But as I never got caught in all the wheels

Perhaps I was a PART of that device

An inconsequential pinion in the structure I called "life"

IV. Gears Meshing With Dandelions

(Instrumental)

V. Dead On A Car Park Floor (Part Two)

(Instrumental)

VI. Moving Lights In A Tunnel

(Instrumental)

VII. Afterlife What? (Part Two)

Looking out from my concrete grave

There's nothing left alive for me to save

And all life's intentions are

Crowding in and shouting for their time

And I'm waiting for the transport to arrive

As if somehow it could help me to survive

And take me from this world

Deliver me to something so much more

Just outside here, the gears are still turning

As if nothing had changed

And here on this floor

I'm still waiting.....

To be carried away

Carried away