I'm lying in my deathbed
I'm living in my hearse
I've felt the pull of Neverland
And I feel it getting worse
Today I left for work in saunter
I plied my trade and earned my wage
Looked forward to a night with my lover
And never thought I'd feel this vague
It's so easy it feels like losing
And I guess it was always going to be
Who else does God's whisper haunt
Who else wants to be He
Thanks go out to my fellow fugues
Thanks go out I'm saved
There's no looking down or up
When you're buried in your grave
