"How do you think you'll die? "
I ask you point black on a Tuesday night
In your sleep or hot wires?
The meds that sedate? The hit man for hire?
You smile then you take a pull from the beer I bought
Even though you drove and you're off to the States tomorrow

In the eye of the bird
On the wing of the plane

Well, I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right

Where do you think we go when we can't stay here?
But we can't go home
and there's nothing but pins and needles
And how can I comprehend
that our bones will bend and the cycle ends?
Then we're off to some great nirvana

Well, I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right

Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Then we're off to some great nirvana

Well, I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right
Well, I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right
I hope it's good and right