Gerontion

Skin, cloth and bone
They will be taken down to the ferryman
An old crooked lie
The fibers were underneath her fingernails

Old and gray, into the grave
Old and gray, into the grave

The taste and the name
Have all but been swallowed now from the tip of his tongue
The sound of your voice
The screaming stopped ringing as he drifted away

Old and gray, into the grave
Old and gray, into the grave

Never repaid the lives he took away
Never repaid the lives he took away

Old and gray, into the grave
Old and gray, into the grave