• As I lay here in my bed
    I wonder,
    "What's it like to be dead?"
    I roll over and lay down my head

    Is death like a sleep,
    But with no counting sheep?
    Or is it like a party,
    All good and hearty?

    My thoughts careen across miles
    And finally stops at the Nile
    Where a girl stops...
    And she drops...

    I awake with a start
    And try to calm my fast-beating heart
    I try to breathe mellow
    And I sink back into shadow...

    My mind travels leagues
    And takes a break at Belize
    Where a young woman swims...
    And her light dims...

    I shake the dreams away
    And think of a bay...
    Where a man falls...
    And nobody hears his calls...

    I hold back the tears
    And let go of my fears
    And I wonder...
    "Why?"

    I go out on my rounds
    To all the different towns
    I collect the man, woman, and child
    Who have been dead for a while

    Nobody sees the dark cloak
    Nor the shrivled, bony hands
    But those who meet their ends always see
    the Black Angel of Death...
    ...Me...

    I wake from my horrible dreams
    My ears suddenly seem filled with bees
    And nobody hears
    My own last dying breath...