[Words and music by Devin Townsend]

Jesus, here lies my brother 
Tortured and blown 
Stretch for the heavens and go 
...I watch him go 
Here it comes 

Jesus was a poor boy 
Jesus was a poor boy 
"It's justa spring clean for the May queen" 
I'm coming home 

And this one's for the life 
This one's for the funeral in the rain 
And if only for tonight 
This one's for the funeral in the rain 

The day's gone and the year's gone 
And I don't know when I'm coming home 
I can't hold on to what I've had 
When what I've had 
There's nothing left at all... 

So this one's for the life 
This one's for the funeral in the rain 
And if only for tonight 
Close your eyes and try to sleep again... 

A world away, you turn away 
I'm wide awake, and I don't need your home 
Tell me why he went, it seems to be 
An element to this mystery 
It's so cold today, so I get away, and I'm left behind with nothing but words...