Like A Stone

On a cob web
afternoon,
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway
I confess
I was lost in the pages
of a book
full of death;
Reading how we'll die alone.
And if we're good we'll lay to rest,
Anywhere we want to go.

In your house
I long to be;
Room by room
patiently,
I'll wait for you there
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there
alone.

And on my deathbed
I will pray
to the gods and the angels,
Like a pagan
to anyone
who will take me to heaven;
To a place
I recall,
I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised,
the wine was bled,
and there you led me on.

In your house
I long to be;
Room by room,
patiently,
I'll wait for you there
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there
alone,
alone.

And on I read
until the day was gone;
And I sat in regret
of all the things I've done;
For all that I've blessed,
and all that I've wronged.
In dreams until my death
I will wander on.

In your house
I long to be;
Room by room,
patiently,
I'll wait for you there
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there
alone,
alone.