For The Dead - Gene

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 filthy

It’s cold and dark, let me in

I’m in love with this land of plenty

Full of folks that still are friendly

I’v lost my will, still I see some hope

Give me a rope, I’ll take it gladly

Find me a tree, make it sturdy

Bye ma!

It’s my time to go

Yes this one’s for the dead