The sun tears me, dead, from my grave
I throttle my head and I pray
An angel would skewer me through
I roll over, then I see you
Finally, I found someone to carry me
To lift me up above the waves
And lead me close to happiness
Your love is the leg of my stool
The hull of my boat, and the mule
That drags me through this ugly dream
Is love on my tongue when I scream?
Finally
Lady you're driving my hearse
You shoulder my box through the church
Yeah, lady, you're my final peace
The one i've been dying to reach
Finally