Baby in Death Can I Rest Next to Your Grave

I love to watch the pigeons flutter

Don't mind the bums sleeping in the gutters

In San Francisco's tenderloin

I walk the streets and feel the joy

I love to watch the kittens sleep

In the bookstore window down the street

They warm my heart, they give me comfort

Like newborn baby birds

My life work takes me away

From my baby, she knows that they

When I sing her off to sleep

That in the morning I'm gonna leave

Off to far and cryptic worlds

Where the oceans and planets swirl

Where the nature turns and twists

Its knife into the back of happiness

I took a bus to Jerusalem

And took a peek at the Dead sea

Got stuck in a traffic jam

On the way back to Tel Aviv

Coulda been the scorching red sky

Coulda been the sand in my eyes

But I think i missed the rock that Jesus touched

And the wall where the jews cried

But the young girls looked lovely soaking in the sun

In their army fatigues smoking cigarettes

And the boys looked displaced in their crew cuts and shades

Holding AK-47's at 21 years of age

Flew to Melbourne, Australia

Flew from Adelaide to Perth

Never saw the indigenous, never saw the sun

It rained all the evening, it rained all the day

Never got to see the outback, or visit Bon Scott's grave

Woke up in Miami, drove to West Palm Beach, Florida

Still not a sight of crocodile or a giant tortoise

Floated up to the sky where the sun lost its glow

When my plane touched the ground, I was looking off at the snow

Scraped my feet from Vancouver to Calgary to Halifax

Dragged my spanish guitar a 100 times across the european lands

Flew to Taipei, flew to Singapore, flew to Tokyo, flew to Seoul

Though they welcomed me with kindness I felt painfully alone

Shared a moment with a sweetie, put an ease on my breast

Came home fingers crossed, tired as a pre-war penny

And the shame it set in when my love saw my face

But her water's will run, shall in time be erased

And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved

And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"

And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved

And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"

Where will your soul go, where are you gonna be buried

In whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried?

Or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather?

When will you die, where will your ashes be scattered?

If you don't want me in death

Then please drop my remains in the nearest tenderloin gutter

And ii won't complain

Next to the homeless for we are all brothers

Next to the pigeons and I watch them flutter