Put it all aside
Step to the edge
Take a look for what’s to come
Never turn and question
What’s done is done
Your time will come
And mine will too
Across the black cloud
Through the mist of mystery
There will be another day
Been here a thousand times
Mourning the unknown
Revering what we have made
What good is a name on a stone
A lifetime of preparation
A deathtime of contemplation
One day will come for our own
Dress rehearsal for a funeral
If only the dead could speak
If only we could enter their world
Wasted time and forgotten years
Would become so relevant
Mentally preparing
Physically practicing
The unassuming are caught in the whirlwind
We know what to do
It’s just another day
Been here a thousand times
Mourning the unknown
Revering what we have made
What good is a name on a stone
A lifetime of preparation
A deathtime of contemplation
One day will come for our own
Dress rehearsal for a funeral
