Passing Away

Morning began And your head popped out with your heart and your hands

It's easy to see why you'd gladly shovel dirt for a fee

But where in the world, could a sad, sad, sadder tale be heard?

It's over your head to be good, why be content to be led?

Now you walk all up and down your street

Your head hung down right to your feet

So take the time to carve your name

On a rocking chair within the grain

And wait until the evening sees you there

And though the morning went too soon

You're headed through the afternoon

So rack your brains now, see why you should care

Miserable girl

She's the end result of a miserable world

You start to depend on your longing, for the start of the end

It's always the same

Now that life means nothing but hunger and pain

Your passing away, you have nothing but the start of decay

Now you walk all up and down your street

Your head hung down right to your feet

And wait until the evening sees you there

And though the morning went too soon

You're headed through the afternoon

So rack your brains now, see why you should care

I heard somebody said, you'd rather you were dead

So take the time to carve your name

On a rocking chair within the grain

And wait until the evening sees you there

And though the morning went too soon

You're headed through the afternoon

So rack your brains now see why you should care