When the world ends I'll be the one
dancing on rusted cars and dusty cobblestones
waiting for my ancient bones
to carry me home to you.

You'll see me after dusk
with my hackles up
you'll see me in the morning
with my eyelids shut
I'll be a joyful cub
I'll be a rolling stone
I will never look back
no matter how far gone
no matter how far gone
from the smoking hills
I will wander in the desert
for what must feel like forty years
and I'll be black as sin
underneath the expanding sun.
I will sing and my voice will
jar you to your bones.

I will search for you
at our meeting place
I will sniff at the wind
for a hint of your scent
and I will claw my eyes
just like an asylum case
I will write you, my finger
dragging through the dirt,
then I will run like hell
just to feel my muscles burn.
I will set fire to everything
just to watch it burn.
At night I will return
and I will put my ear to the soil.
I will whisper like a lover to a ghost
"wake up, I know you're sleeping
underneath this cold earth"
I will scream like a madman
"wake up, I know you can hear me!"
I will cry like a baby
"wake up, wake up wake up"
and I will sing like an angel
some song of my regrets.