on a cobweb afternoon 
in a room full of emptiness 
by a freeway i confess 
i was lost in the pages 
of a book full of death 
reading how we'll die alone 
and if we're good we'll lay to rest 
anywhere we want to go 

 [bad word]  
in your house i long to be 
room by room patiently 
i'll wait for you there 
like a stone i'll wait for you there 
alone 

on my deathbed i will pray 
to the gods and the angels 
like a pagan to anyone 
who will take me to heaven 
to a place i call 
i was there so long ago 
the sky was [bad word] 
the wine was bled 
and there you led me on 

in your house i long to be 
room by room patiently 
i'll wait for you there 
like a stone i'll wait for you there 
alone 

and on i read 
until the day was gone 
and i sat in regret 
of all the things i've done 
for all that i've blessed 
and all that i've wronged 
in dreams until my death 
i will wander on