My Death (Live)

My death waits like an old roue

So confident Ill go his way

Whistle to him

And the passing time

My death waits like a Bible truth

At the funeral of my youth

We drank for that -

The passing time

My death waits like

A witch at night

As surely as our love is right

Lets not think of that or the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil I don't care

For in front of that door

There is you

My death waits like a beggar blind

Who sees the world through an unlit mind

Throw him a dime

For the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends

A few good times

Before it ends

Lets not think about

And the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs

Your cool fingers will close my eyes

Lets not think about the passing time

For whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil I don't care

For in front of that door

There is you

My death waits there among the leaves

In magicians mysterious sleeves

Rabbits and dogs and the passing time

My death waits there among the flowers

Where the blackest shadows cowers

So lets pick lilacs

The passing time

My death waits there in a double bed

Sails of oblivion and my head

Lets not think about

The passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil I don't care

For in front of that door

There is you