Baby In Death Can I Rest Next To Your Grave

I love to watch the pigeons flutter

Don't mind the bums sleepin' in the gutter

In San Francisco's Tenderloin

I walk its streets and I feel joy

I love to watch the kittens sleep

In the bookstore window down the street

They warm my heart, they give me comfort

Like newborn baby brothers

My life's work takes me away

From my baby, she knows that the day

When I sing her off to sleep

That in the morning, I'm gonna leave

Off to far and cryptic worlds

Where the oceans and planets swirl

Where the nature turns and twists

Its knife into the back of happiness

I took a bus to Jerusalem

Took a peek at the Dead Sea

Got stuck in a traffic jam

On the way back to Tel Aviv

Could've been the scorching red sky

Could've been the sand in my eyes

But I think I missed the rock that Jesus touched

And the wall where the Jews cried

But the young girls looked lovely soakin' in the Sun

In their army fatigues, smokin' cigarettes at lunch

And the boys looked displaced in their crew cuts and shades

Holdin' AK-47s at 21 years of age

Flew to Melbourne, Australia

Flew from Adelaide to Perth

Never saw the indigenous

Never saw the Sun

It rained all the evening

It rained all the day

Never got to see the outback

Or visit Bon Scott's grave

Woke up in Miami

Drove to West Palm Beach, Florida

Still not a sign of crocodile

Or a giant tortoise

Floated off to the sky

Where the Sun lost its glow

And when my plane touched the runway

I was lookin' off at the snow

Scraped my feet from Vancouver

To Calgary, to Halifax

Dragged my Spanish guitar a hundred times

Across the European map

Flew to Taipei, flew to Singapore

Flew to Tokyo, flew to Seoul

Though they welcomed me with kindness

I felt painfully alone

Shared a moment with a Swede, put an ease on my bleed

Came home with fingers crossed, tired as a pre-war penny

And the shame, it set in when my love saw my face

But our waters would mesh, and in time we erased

And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved

And said: Baby, in death, can I rest next to your grave?

And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved

And said: Baby, in death, can I rest next to your grave?

Where will your soul go? Where are you gonna be buried?

In whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried?

Or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather?

When will you die? Where will your ashes be scattered?

If you don't want me in death, then please drop my remains

In the nearest Tenderloin gutter, and I won't complain

Next to the homeless, for we are all brothers

Next to the pigeons, and watch them flutter