We can't all be blessed To be glad to see the morning Let your sorrows rest Cause the past comes without warning Lay it close to your chest And hope to see the morning I can't stand my own hands Without you I ain't the greatest man But I can hear you calling Saying you've seen the signs But have you limitations Now you're on the road And you think you're going blind I can't find a foot to stand on When we're out of our bodies The bedroom that holds so few You can't fill yourself with regret Cause the past is not forgiven Lay it close to your chest Cause the dead are misgiven We can't all be blessed To be glad to see the morning Trust to stand breaks your hand You count on a few But when you die, it's just those that swoop around you Oh death, how true Would you leave behind (It's been a long, long time) X30 - fading out