I ran out of luck so I went looking for someone to k** me I went looking for some mercy but everybody's closed on Sundays I ran out of love so I went looking for someone to refuse me To turn a sharp corner and loose me but the sidewalk was empty I ran out of songs to sing so I wrote an obituary to the tune of "Goodnight Irene" Then I washed my stone hands in the sink I ran out of changes so I went looking for someone to paint me To preserve my frozen face Preserve it for posterity yes Preserve it for eternity no Preserve it for posterity A still life