The end of the ride

everything that dies is given a number

and told to go stand in a line

the line is so long you can't see its end

it's lost in the mists of time

death ain't nobody, death ain't no thing

you can bring it but it leaves alone

ain't got no address, it's everywhere

don't need a light on, it will find your home

i am the bed of the world

i am the hole in the sky

i am the bear hug from the other side

when you stop breathing I will be leaving

i will get off at the end of the ride

i will get off at the end of the ride

death is the friend of a friend of mine

everyone knows it or they will some day

don't need no formal invitation to tag along

better listen, it will have its say:

how many birds have you seen fly?

how many fish in the sea?

how many children singing nursery rhymes?

all of them will cease to be

i am the bed of the world

i am the hole in the sky

i am the bear hug from the other side

when you stop breathing I will be leaving

i will get off at the end of the ride

i will get off at the end of the ride

i love it when you smile, or just when you sleep

your hair, and your bottomless eyes

i feel your skin, again and again

and all i can do is sigh

we're thinking about a trip to the desert

in the spring, after the snow

me and my baby and a sack of bones

me and my baby will go

i am the bed of the world

i am the hole in the sky

i am the bear hug from the other side

when you stop breathing I will be leaving

i will get off at the end of the ride

i will get off at the end of the ride

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