Meet me down by the (mobile down?) trees
There's a thousand things you got to see to [bad word] on, lay those bones down at my feet
We're gonna look to the future, see what we see
Man, I say you future looks pretty [bad word] dim
I couldn't say if you're gonna sink or swim
Give me five dollars and I'll sing you a song
Gonna tell you something you knew all along
That's, uh

Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
Ain't nothin' round here you can hold
Guess no, guess no, body knows
That when I die, go back home
Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
Ain't nothin' round here you can hold
When I go, just take my bones
Scatter them from here back to my home

Listen to me, now when I speak
Say, I do my best talkin' when I'm fast [bad word] on and lay your head down next to mine
You can listen to the spirits of the dead just fine, [bad word] on, help me with these iron wings
We're gonna fly so high we hear the angels sing
Man, it feels good to have my feet off the ground
I hope the good God Almighty that I [bad word] down

Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
Ain't nothin' round here you can hold
When I go, just take my bones
Scatter them from here back to my home
Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
Ain't nothin' round here you can hold
When I go, just take my bones
Scatter them from here back to my home