When the world seems
too heavy
And my back is breaking
from the load
I look off in the distance
but see no lights upon
the road
Well it all just kind of ended
before I knew it had begun
I'm tired of this darkness
and the shadows on the sun

Life is never easy
and death is always
hard
I look up at the dealer
as he passes me a card
I slip it in my pocket
and I walk out in the yard
The moonlight looks so jaded
and it pays me no regard

Salvation in a bottle
Liberation in a glass
The God who made
the flowers put the
serpent in the grass
I guess the way it
happens is the way
it's supposed to be
Heaven is for certain…

If you never disagree.