Graveyard Scrapbook

Like a railroad train goes with rock 'n roll
Like your notes on napkins
And your hooker stroll
Like a big brick wall right across your heart
I won't be there in your hospital room
And I wont be there with a snow blown spoon
And I wont be there during rainy intermissions

You can make time pass with a deck of cards
You can hold your own with alcoholic rock stars
You can wear gold rings through your hands and nose
But I wont be there in your hospital room
And I wont be there with a snow blown spoon
And I wont be there for the funeral of your new family

And when you find what you're missing
You better look who you been kissing
Cause the music stops and you'll start listening
To the sound of your heart
I got a graveyard scrapbook full of sad old news
I got two thousand years of the Christian blues
I see too many gray men waiting to die
So I wont be there when the lights go low
And I wont be there as your habits grow
And I wont be there like some dead fly caught I your lampshade