Baby in Death Can I Rest Next to Your Grave

I love to watch the pigeons flutter
Don't mind the bums sleeping in the gutters
In San Francisco's tenderloin
I walk the streets and feel the joy

I love to watch the kittens sleep
In the bookstore window down the street
They warm my heart, they give me comfort
Like newborn baby birds

My life work takes me away
From my baby, she knows that they
When I sing her off to sleep
That in the morning I'm gonna leave

Off to far and cryptic worlds
Where the oceans and planets swirl
Where the nature turns and twists
Its knife into the back of happiness

I took a bus to Jerusalem
And took a peek at the Dead sea
Got stuck in a traffic jam
On the way back to Tel Aviv

Coulda been the scorching red sky
Coulda been the sand in my eyes
But I think i missed the rock that Jesus touched
And the wall where the jews cried

But the young girls looked lovely soaking in the sun
In their army fatigues smoking cigarettes
And the boys looked displaced in their crew cuts and shades
Holding AK-47's at 21 years of age

Flew to Melbourne, Australia
Flew from Adelaide to Perth
Never saw the indigenous, never saw the sun
It rained all the evening, it rained all the day
Never got to see the outback, or visit Bon Scott's grave

Woke up in Miami, drove to West Palm Beach, Florida
Still not a sight of crocodile or a giant tortoise
Floated up to the sky where the sun lost its glow
When my plane touched the ground, I was looking off at the snow

Scraped my feet from Vancouver to Calgary to Halifax
Dragged my spanish guitar a 100 times across the european lands
Flew to Taipei, flew to Singapore, flew to Tokyo, flew to Seoul
Though they welcomed me with kindness I felt painfully alone

Shared a moment with a sweetie, put an ease on my breast
Came home fingers crossed, tired as a pre-war penny
And the shame it set in when my love saw my face
But her water's will run, shall in time be erased

And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved
And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"
And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved
And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"

Where will your soul go, where are you gonna be buried
In whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried?
Or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather?
When will you die, where will your ashes be scattered?

If you don't want me in death
Then please drop my remains in the nearest tenderloin gutter
And ii won't complain
Next to the homeless for we are all brothers
Next to the pigeons and I watch them flutter