Take Me

"Old ain't a word that I'm fond of," he said.

"And these days I've begun to lose count."

Mumbling she rolls in her wheelchair, and says,

"I'm afraid that they've closed my account."

There's a blur that occurs in the line of their life

That decays the whole notion of sense

And they call to the past, insisting that it last,

While they're climbing down reality's fence

Singing with me

Take me

Take me

Write my name in the most Holy Tome

And when it's my time

To assume the sublime,

Take me to my promised home

And their hands aren't gnarled, they're in love with the earth

And they're dying to go there again

We say the essence of life is strong in our youth,

Slowly buried under wrinkles of skin

But there's God in the way that life comes to an end,

In the way that it draws to a close,

In the saying of soul to the house of the skin,

You're too weak now to really oppose