They arranged his hands across his chest
Prepared to lay him to his rest
He said, ”Could it be my race is run
When I thought it had just begun?

But no no no, I think it's plain to see
There's been a dip in the mercury
I hear a whisper – the voice of doom
I fear the Reaper is in the room”

Knocked down, slapped back
Come on, cut me some slack
(Foundations are starting to crack)
Hey – Hey, you know what?
I think it's time to fire it up

From over yonder she hears a call
Something beckons beyond the walls
But when she dreams her shy girl dreams

She's alone on the high seas
Out on the deck begging, “Lord, please
I have no compass – I have no chart
What do I do with my wild wild heart?”

We march in step – We walk the line
Travelling through this life unkind
Wrapped in chains, duty bound
Till they put us in the cold, cold ground

They arranged his hands across his chest
Prepared to lay him to his rest
He said, “I see the time has come
My wild heart beats with the thunder of a drum”