| I can smell the death on the sheets
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| Covering me I can’t believe this is the end
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| But this is my deathbed
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| I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight
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| I know I’ll be home
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| The year was nineteen forty one
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| I was eight years old and
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| Far far too young
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| To know that the stories
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| Of battles and glory
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| Was a tale a kind mother
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| Made up for her son
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| You see
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| Dad was a traveling preacher
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| Teaching the words of the Teacher
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| My mother left mourning
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| Went off to the war
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| And died there with honor
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| Somewhere on a beach there
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| But he left once to never return
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| Which taught me that I should unlearn
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| Whatever I thought a father should be I abandoned that thought
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| Like he abandoned me By forty seven I was fourteen
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| I’d acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
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| I smoked until I threw up Yet I still lit 'em up for thirty more years
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| Like a machine
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| So right there you have it That one filthy habit
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| Is what got me where I am today
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| I can smell the death on the sheets
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| Covering me I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear those sad memories
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| Still haunting me So many things
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| I’d do again
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| But this is my deathbed
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| I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight
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| I know I’ll be home
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| I got married on my twenty first
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| Eight months before my wife would give birth
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| It’s easier to be sure you love someone
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| When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun
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| The union was far from harmonious
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| No two people could have been more alone than us The years would go by and she’d love someone else
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| And I realized I hadn’t been loved yet myself
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| And there’s your typical spiel
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| Yeah if life was a highway
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| I was drunk at the wheel
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| I was seeing the loose ends
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| All fall apart
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| Yeah I swear I was destined to fail
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| And fail from the start
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| I bowled about six times a week
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| The bottle of Beam kept the memories from me The marriage had taken a seven-ten split
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| Along with my pride the ex-wife took the kids
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| I can smell the death on the sheets
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| Covering me I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear those sad memories
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| Still haunting me So many things
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| I’d do again
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| But this is my deathbed
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| I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight
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| I know I’ll be home
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| I was so scared of Jesus
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| But He sought me out
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| Like the cancer in my lungs
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| That’s killing me now
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| And I’ve given up hope
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| On the days I have left
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| But I cling to the hope
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| Of my life in the next
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| Then Jesus showed up Said «Before we go»
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| «I thought that we might reminisce»
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| «See one night in your life»
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| «When you turned out the light»
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| «You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness»
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| You cried wolf
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| The tears they soaked your fur
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| The blood dripped from your fangs
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| You said, «What have I done?»
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| You loved that lamb
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| With every sinful bone
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| And there you wept alone
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| Your heart was so contrite
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| You said, «Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
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| Sanctify this withered heart of mine
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| Stay with me until my life is through
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| And on that day please take me home with you»
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| I can smell the death on the sheets
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| Covering me I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear You whisper to me,
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| «It's time to leave
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| You’ll never be lonely again»
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| But this was my deathbed
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| I died there alone
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| When I closed my eyes tonight
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| You carried me home
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| I am the Way
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| Follow Me And take My hand
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| And I am the Truth
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| Embrace Me and you’ll understand
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| And I am the Light
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| And for Me you’ll live again
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| For I am Love
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| I am Love
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| I, I am Love |