It's just like going to sleep At the end of the road that we all must keep Footprints stop dead in the woods As the people step outside of their blood Aren't you glad to have been alive There's a chance that we won't survive this life Chisel skim across the stone Make your mark soon it's time to go home On that black door we all must knock Any weather's good when you're not in a box Be beloved, make your peace It's just like going to sleep