Obituary

I ran out of luck so I went looking for someone to kill me
I went looking for some mercy but everybody's closed on Sundays

I ran out of love so I went looking for someone to refuse me
To turn a sharp corner and loose me but the sidewalk was empty

I ran out of songs to sing so I wrote an obituary to the tune of "Goodnight Irene"
Then I washed my stone hands in the sink

I ran out of changes so I went looking for someone to paint me
To preserve my frozen face
Preserve it for posterity yes
Preserve it for eternity no
Preserve it for posterity
A still life