Anyway (2007 Stereo Mix)

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart

This is the one for me

Time to meet the chef

Oh boy, the running man is out of death

Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath

It's back to ash, "Now you've had your flash, boy"

The rocks, in time

Compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal

Enrich the soil, not everybody's goal

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse

But I'm sure I hear a train

Oh boy, I don't even feel no pain

I guess I must be driving myself insane

Damn it all, does Earth plug a hole in Heaven

Or Heaven plug a hole in Earth?

How wonderful to be so profound

When everything you are is dying underground

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow

I could have been exploding in space

Different orbits for my bones

Not me, just quietly buried in stones

Keep the deadline open with my maker

See me stretch for God's elastic acre

The doorbell rings

And it's, "Good morning, Rael, so sorry you had to wait

It won't be long, yeah, she's very rarely late"