Tax collector's coming for your soul



To see that you've paid your dues or else



My love, that you've not been lifted up or carried away…



Tax collector's coming for your love now



Tax collector's coming for your blood



And saying you can't be lifted up



Or carried away until you've paid



But you and I, we know



It happens all the time



All the time



(Always just across the way 



To some poor soul who will never know 



The pregnant, sleepless weight of this joy)



Tax collector's coming for your dreams now



Coming bright and early in the morning



Why can't I ever remember that before it's 2:35am



And I'm wide awake



Busy being born again



Born again…