the old man pulls his cart
slowly across the deep water parking lot
while a western wind brings steady relief
to the unforgiving heat

he hears a voice that
tells him that it'd be OK to let it all slip away
to lay down rest his weary soul
let the days drift
while he stares up at the passing clouds
from underneath his stone

graveyard graveyard i might never leave you
graveyard graveyard i came here to find peace for my weary soul
graveyard graveyard help me forget my name and worries
help me find peace at long last
staring up at passing oceans of clouds and sun
so quiet and serene