One day I'll be gone
Ask me the question
That what I have done
And if I'm not broken, holey and torn
I've done it all wrong

There's a hiker
Oasis of his
Got lost in the forest
But grateful to rest
Everyone puts roses on the stone
But what do they know?

And will my children
Resent me one day?
Perhaps an obsession
In case of the passing rain
I am calling the system
I barely made
A finale case

I'll visit Orion
White from above
Making up stories of heroic doings
I ain't never done
And in between laughter
The echo climbs up
The sweetest songs
And in between bawling
The echo climbs up the sweetest of songs