Stay off the streets, don't follow the signs or stray
It's further whichever way

Now I'm resigned to sweeping your bones away
Blown ashes scattered and grey

Head on the tracks
Dressed for a kill

Now the fire don't dance anymore
Now the stars are but confounded evidence
Painted as a soldier businessman
Appointed in God's error

Where does a lie go when it needs to die?
Upwards or down below?
Follows us wherever we go?

Rik tells a hell of a joke in the end
My memory has it saved
Still laughing when I'm in my grave

I've got the truth on the end of the line
These words were never mine
I'm reciting every line