Trees are naked
Silhouettes against a mournful sky
Hill approaching
Surrounded by the likes of you and I
Past the road works
Single file controls the passing herd
Exit coming
Measure it in miles or in years
I don't know how much time
I have left on Earth
Only skin and bone
Will count the passing years
Past the care home
Inmates remember forgotten years
Past the graveyard
Scatter me on top the windswept earth
See me blowing
Ending up on top the roots of trees
Leaves are forming
Here I was and here I'll always be
I don't know how much time
I have left on Earth
Only skin and bone
Will count the passing years
I don't know how much time
I have left on Earth
Only skin and bone
Will count the passing years