Like a Stone

On a cob web afternoon,
 In a room full of emptiness
 By a freeway I confess
 I was lost in the pages of a book full of death;
 Reading how we'll die alone.
 And if we're good we'll lay to rest,
 Anywhere we want to go.
 And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,
 Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;
 To a place I recall, I was there so long ago.
 The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on
 And on I read until the day was gone;
 And I sat in regret of all the things I've done;
 For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged.
 In my dreams until my death I will wander on
 In your house I long to be;
 Room by room, patiently,
 I'll wait for you there like a stone.
 I'll wait for you there alone, alone