Lyrics

hand over hand you made your way - wore out your shoes making more of the day. a lovely white light waits for us on the other side of the grave. arent you so proud of the things that you made - the backs that you broke for the tracks that you laid, the money you burn on the goods that you trade? well i am proud of you - the clock will strike, ive no time to lose. and i will keep a bed made up for you when you forget all you just said. ill bring your pills and help you get dressed.