Back from the Dead

Sometime near in the future, shortly after the storm

I’ll be crossing the border if you want to come along

Birds will flock in the valley to see where the horses have gone

You and I will be married and the choir will sing a song

And I will be safely on my way

To keep you company

To bring you home to where you belong

And walk straight into the heavens

In spite of what has been said

And bring the melody makers

Back from the dead

In a field somewhere in the country, we’ll sit and stare at the sun

And pray for everybody who wants someone to love

The flowers growing beside us will reach up into the sky

And we will, with all of our powers, for the rest of both our lives

Be well aware we all have got our time

A heart will beat until

The day is done with no exception

The gods will sit in a temple

And watch us over our heads

Ghostlike, willing, and able

As you go to bed

And I will be safely on my way

To keep you company

To bring you home to where you belong

And walk straight into the heavens

In spite of what has been said

And bring the melody makers

Back from the dead