| Last night I dreamed I laid me down and died | 
| And lots of people came and signed their name | 
| But only a few of them cried | 
| They put me in a big pine box | 
| And dropped me in a deep dark hole | 
| And the preacher said a prayer for my lost soul | 
| Well they covered me up and left me there to rot | 
| And the guy next to me said, «Friend, I see | 
| That’s a mighty fine box you’ve got» | 
| He seemed kind of friendly | 
| So I asked him the time of day | 
| I heard him laughing | 
| Then I know I heard the devil say | 
| Time don’t pass by here no more | 
| Just empty space and fear | 
| No plane to fly, no wine to pour | 
| Only pain to replace the tears | 
| You can never recall your memories | 
| You can never retrace the years | 
| You’ll cry but no one hears | 
| 'Cause time don’t pass by here | 
| Well, I woke up | 
| And wiped a tear away from my eye | 
| And me and Mary Jane made a paper plane | 
| Just to see how high we’d fly | 
| She’s just like each passing day | 
| She’s there and then she’s gone | 
| And I’m the one that’s always gettin' stoned | 
| Seems it’s hard for me to find where I belong | 
| But I think that I’m the happiest | 
| When I’m singing the saddest songs | 
| When it comes my turn to die | 
| And when I’m really gone | 
| I hope the devil writes these words | 
| Upon my tombstone | 
| Time don’t pass by here no more | 
| Just empty space and fear | 
| No plane to fly, no wine to pour | 
| Only pain to replace the tears | 
| You can never recall your memories | 
| You can never retrace the years | 
| You’ll cry but no one hears | 
| 'Cause time don’t pass by here | 
| You’ll cry but no one hears | 
| 'Cause time don’t pass by here |