103

When I'm 102, will the sky be blue?
 Will the night be long?
 When I'm 103, will still you like me when my body is gone?
 When I'm 104
 No going out doors
 No rich and no poor
 Will you still like me when we're all underground
 Not making a sound
 Will you turn my frown upside down?
 When I'm 105, will the trees be alive?
 Will the ocean be cold?
 When I'm 106, will we pass in a fix
 Or will we still be sick and old?
 When I'm 107, will hellfire leaven
 No gateway heaven
 When I'm 111, will you still know me when my body is gone?
 When we're ashes to dust
 No love, lover, lust
 No pack up and leave in your pick up truck
 Without the need is the greed, and all the trouble we see
 Will you recognize me when I'm 103?
 When I'm 110, no planet to tread
 No nothin', everything is dead
 When I'm 103, will I still be me when my body is gone?