The Four Quartets

The key turns once and locks the door

You, you were here

I saw your signature

I saw the moving leaves

I saw the closing door

Now the priest has called (dressed in his robes)

With memory eternal over the telephone

But i'll have no condolences

Just the meaning of it all

When i was alive, thoughtful and nice

I tried to do what's right

When i was alive, not once but twice

I should have used a knife

I read "the four quartets," "the dry salvages"

Wrote the words upon my wrist

Wore the clothes upon my back

A life spent in pursuit of it

A life just spent

Now i am here on parade

I'm lying in state

The flags are all half-raised

Ave maria plays

Oh, it's a fading song

I sing it on and on