If I don't see you
Then I'll see you
At the last round up
Where we'll gather round again
And drink that same old cup
We'll relive our best old times
And forget about the bad
We'll saddle up and ride out
On The best trip we've ever had
Clouds roll by
Day turns to night
The stars up high
Are shining bright
Moments of zen
Now and then
Little bits of heaven
The end
Time and space
Have acquiesced
At the last round up
Forever don't make sense
And death is so abrupt
Am I just a speck of cosmic dust
Fleeing the scene
On the windshield of a spaceship microbus
Good Lord, what does it mean
Clouds roll by
Day turns to night
The stars up high
Are shining bright
Moments of zen
Now and then
Little bits of heaven
The end
Clouds roll by
Day turns to night
The stars up high
Are shining bright
Moments of zen
Now and then
Little bits of heaven
The end