well, i wonder
which song
they're gonna play when we're gone
i hope it's something quiet and minor
and peaceful and slow
when we float out into the ether
into the everlasting arms
i hope we don't hear marley's chains
we forged in life
cause the chains i been hearing now
for most of my life

did you hear the '59 [bad word] through your grandmama's radio?
did you hear the rattling chains
in the hospital walls?
did you hear the old gospel choir
when they came to carry you over?
did you hear your favorite song
one last time?

and i wonder were you scared
when the metal hit the glass?
see, i was playing a show
down the road
when your spirit left your body
and they told me on the front lawn
i'm sorry i couldn't go
but i still know the song
and the words and her name and the reasons.
and i know cause we were kids
and we used to hang.

young boys, young girls,
ain't supposed to die on a
saturday night