They say she fell
From a hayloft
Hit her head
Ever since that day
She sees the dead
And hears them speak
"Tell my kids I miss 'em!"
They always say
She says, "They already know"
"They know you're fine
They miss you too
They really do
Now toodle-lou"
After that its all flat
The dead ain't got nothing to add
No opinions
No predictions
No future forecasts
No days to avoid travel
No numbers to play
The dead don't give that away
The dead don't know a damn thing
I wish they did
Possess and share
Otherworldly information
But they don't and can't
Or they don't and won't
Either way they ain't telling you shit
You're on your own, kid
You're on your own, kid
Until you get here
We're all here
Oma, Opa
Alpha, Omega
Mom and Dad
And the black and white people from the faded photographs
I don't know your name
But you wear my face
We're all here
We're all fine
Waiting on the other side
We're all here
We're all fine
Waiting on the other side
See you on the other side
See you on the other side