“Put your ear close to the ground
do you hear a fading sound?
If it’s lost for getting found – it’s me.
A vagabond with no address.
A fire in the wilderness.
Patient’s losing consciousness rapidly.
Torn between what I can’t see
this picture you have of me,
it isn’t much to look at, we agree.
This light, this rain, this life, this pain –
Let me walk down that road, ’cause you know I have to go
You won’t be there but even so, everyone goes
down that road, and you know I have to go
You won’t be there but even so, everyone goes.”