The usual mourners attend

eager to pay their last respects

say what they usually say

and hope today

will somehow be different


'We welcome you into our fold

We've been waiting

Always have room for one more

Will you be staying?'


it's a time-honored tradition we hold

we build up and then tear down our own

now I know why I never come home

I get tired of climbing up out of this hole


showering earth like rain

covering

smothering

buried again and again

what can I do

do get through to you?


hello, I'm still breathing down here

I'm not ready

my eyes still see, and I hear

I'm not ready


it's a time-honored tradition we hold

we build up and then tear down our own

now I know why I never come home

I get tired of fighting you

I get tired of climbing up out of this hole


here lies me, resting in peace

under the gray wave of slumber


showering earth like rain

covering

smothering

buried again and again

what can I do

do get through to you?


it's a time-honored tradition we hold

we build up and then tear down our own

now I know why I never come home


I know why I never come home


I get tired of fighting you

I get tired of fighting

I get tired of climbing up out of this hole