I passed by Death with a gracious smile
And held my breath for a little while
In my rearview mirror that night
I could see him watching me go

In the young, quiet hours of the morning
With soft, grey light adorning
I drifted on the smoothed terrain
That Life would have me know

I know not what will come at dusk
The winter haze, the sweet summer musk
But neither will lighten the bearing of both
Which weighs my eyelids low