I might be gone by the end of this day
When my soul retires and drifts into space
And all of my life is at the mercy of grace-

Remember me time, as I float away.

I might be gone in ten thousand days

When all of my life is rocking chair gray.
I hope I go in the middle of a crowd-
They'll remember me then

Because people get use to having people around.

Our memories remain through the poets and songs-

They are filling the graves with history's bones.
We all sink by the side of the afternoon light-
What can you expect...

We are mortals in time.

And in time, I might get old.

I might retire.
I might have little ones with minds I inspire.
I might get lucky and they'll remember this song-

I hope it happens cause I might be gone.