This country is my canvas
I leave paint trails as I go.
I'm painting a picture

That you can only see from outer space.
My bedroom is your sofa,
I take my breakfast on the train.

I'm tired and I'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste.

I'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile

It's just my way of trying to be alive.

Well I'll never get to grey hair

And I'll never be in the black,
But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.
Dreaming is a luxury,

Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.
I'll stop when I'm finished,
And sleep is for the weak.


Heaven's in the half-light, and that's where I reside,
A whiskey and a wry smile

I check my vital signs.

And when I'm gone,

The worlds revolve, and life goes on,
So mark no grave,
Forget my name.

If the song remains
And everybody's got a drink and a smile,
Well, that's just fine by me.