Dead Man - Jars Of Clay

January 1, I’ve got a lot of things on my mind

I’m looking at my body through a new spy satellite

Try to lift a finger, but I don’t think I can make the call

So tell me if I move, 'cause I don’t feel anything at all

So Carry Me

I’m just a dead man

Lying on the carpet

Can’t find a heartbeat

Make me breathe

I want to be a new man

Tired of the old one

Out with the old plan

I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral

But is was better than the party full of people I don’t really know

They’ve got hearts to break and burn

Dirty hands to feel the earth

There’s something in my veins

But I can’t seem to make it work… won’t work

So Carry Me

I’m just a dead man

Lying on the carpet

Can’t find a heartbeat

Make me breathe

I want to be a new man

Tired of the old one

Out with the old plan

Can you find a beat inside of me?

Any pulse?

Getting worse?

Any pulse?

Getting worse?

Inside of me, can you find a beat?

Carry Me

I’m just a dead man

Lying on the carpet

Can’t find a heartbeat

Make me breathe

I want to be a new man

Tired of the old one

Out with the old plan