Lay me down under fallen stars
Stoking the coals in the fire
I've run so far, they're still
So hot on my heels
And I'll be the last man alive
Oh, let me sleep for a hundred years
All these memories and patterns
They twist and they turn in the dark
I came here to talk, won't you
Remember me, lovely?
But nothing is the same anymore
Ohh, ohh
Rip Van Winkle, abandon your family
Slip away from your sons and your daughters
Rest your white weary head
'Neath these willow trees
Let your beard grow as long as your father's
9 to 5 at the PNC
A life in the factory or the mines
My hands, they shake
Can't get up like I used to
I'll be the last of my kind
All you said don't mean sh*t to me
All you said is a lie
My hands, they shake
Can't get up like I used to
Let me suffer and survive
Ohh, ohh
Mmm