If I got tonight what do I leave behind?
Does the Earth still turn even when you die?
And is it "life" I'll find on the other side?
Or am I a fool to hope for an other side?
I haven't known God since I was still a boy
So I don't know what good it does to ask now
I wish it was as simple as folded hands
And the humility to ask for will I don't have
We go onto the night alone
(I wish it was as simple as folded hands)
We go onto the night alone
(And the humility to ask for will I don't have)
And nobody knows what's next
Be it heaven or hell
Or the places that we tell ourselves are waiting in the end
For me, it's the little house on Thomas Street
With the yellow couch
But when I think about it I get overwhelmed
I wrestle with the voices inside myself
But when I think about it I get overwhelmed