You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
It is still unknownUntil the clock speaks up
Says it's time to go
You could choose the high
Or the lower roadYou might clinch your fist
You might fork your tongue
As you curse or praise
All the things you've doneAnd the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over
On the arc of timeSo you nurse your love
Like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of nightEvery star is crossed
By frenetic thoughts
That separate and then collideAnd they twist like sheets
Till you fall asleep
And they finally unwindIt's a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon denyI hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
You will get right up
From that chalk outlineAnd then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place
In his chorus lineAnd then in you'll come
With those marching drums
In a saintly compromiseNo more whiskey slurs
No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal lifeAnd you'll do the dance
That was choreographed
At the very dawn of timeSinging, I told you son
The day would come
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd dieYou would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd dieTo the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expandsTill we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understandOn a circuit board
We will soon be born
Again, again, again, againAnd again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again