Well the rich are getting mighty
And the poor folks stay the same
As the middle cla** just seems to fade away
And on every d**h bed, no matter what the case
I can't help to wonder what they'd say
"I could've been a better man.
I could've been a saint. Or maybe
Helped more neighbors along the way."
Or just as well, "I did alright in most moves that I made.
Now show me the light as they say."
Well I don't seem to worry much.
No I don't seem to mind,
Believing everything will work out fine.
I'm with the one that I dream to help me down the line.
So hold my bed, I'll get there on time.
Well a hammer never knew a hand less experienced than mine
My voice is the only tool I know
And as I stare into the darkness of that great eternal sleep
My soul knows not which way it's headed for
No I don't seem to worry much no I don't seem to mind
Believing that I'll never run short on time
The sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I made
So spare me Lord I feel that I'm not ready.