When you’re gone There will be no healing No moment of clarity You will be dead
There will be no reeling Out into the street 'Cause there was never anything I could do Never anything anybody could do
I lie awake and wonder when it’s coming for me My fifteen minutes of weakness There is no peace Not a hint of camaraderie In this fistfight around the casket And there was never anything I could do Never anything anybody could do
So if that’s what you meant When you said: I’ll give you something to cry about Well, I want out
