I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. .
I'll be home. When hair has fallen out. We'll be home. When it reaches the ground. We'll be home. We'll be home. Then. . We can sing. Two cracks in the crossbeams.
Time after time. You will forgive me. Like an animal in your care. But give it time. You will outlive me. And take the bow back you put in my hair. . Made a parade of myself in the street outside your house.