can’t quite believe in life after death
though God knows how I’ve tried

confessed my sins, even publicly
told the truth and have not lied

it’s the religious music that touches me
deep and strong and wide

Dylan, Springsteen, Johnny Cash
Marvin Gaye in my inside

the self so often a prison
music jailbreak pride

sometimes I’d like to fly away
to where my beloved Dead do hide

don’t know if we’ll ever meet again
a couple curiosities came coincide

but I’ve lived, loved, sinned, fought
and when they left this world how I cried.