who leads the funeral procession? i need a face i can follow is there a priest who can lend a hand tonight who's the captain of this sinking ship as it's sw sw swswallowed who can make the call that'll save our lives?

don't tell me that it'll be all right i hear the music playing there's liquid at the center of the earth i'm not much for fire and brimstone and that's not what i'm saying i don't know what i'm saying for whatever that's worth

oh time, time, time

when my body is old and decrepit who will let me lay dying who will carry me on to the other side is it grace that leads us or grace that weighs us down as we're trying our damndest to leave this world behind

i never know what direction i'm going till i've start singing and it's too late then to turn and change the course I never know what kind of suitcase to pack or what kind of message i'm bringing or if i'll be riding a bike car train or horse