For the Departed

Just a moment, dear

I hear someone at the door

And the beating of a heart

That I hid beneath the floor

Oh they've come for me, love

Save yourself

I am far beyond repair

They will bury me alive

But I'm not inclined to care

I am too far gone now, oh ohoho

So dry your eyes and count to ten

They'll have me on the pyre by then

Forget the man I used to be

You'll move along more easily

A moment, dear

I hear someone in the hall

And this plundering of promises

We hung up on the wall

Oh he's come for us, love

Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone

And I'm growing rather fond

Of the wandering alone

I am too far gone now, oh ohoho

So dry your eyes and count to ten

They'll have me on the pyre by then

Forget the man I used to be

You'll move along more easily

Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh

I'll write a symphony for the departed

And I have no time for second chances

So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh

And so, the scene begins

Your cries become the wind

A desperate plea best left unheard

Then my contrived goodbye

A poet's pantomime

A drunken jester's final words

Just a moment, dear

I hear someone at the door

And the beating of a heart

That I hid beneath the floor

Oh they've come for us, love

Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh

I'll write a symphony for the departed

And I have no time for second chances

So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh

I'll write a symphony for the departed

Oh, I have no time for second chances

So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

So, dry your eyes and count to ten