This country is my canvas – I leave paint trails as I go. I'm painting a picture That you can only see from outer space. My bedroom is your sofa I take my breakfast on the train. I'm tired and I'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste. I'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile It's just my way of trying to be alive. Well I'll never get to grey hair And I'll never be in the black But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream. Dreaming is a luxury Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep. I'll stop when I'm finished And sleep is for the weak. Heaven's in the half-light, and that's where I reside A whiskey and a wry smile – I check my vital signs. And when I'm gone The worlds revolve, and life goes on So mark no grave Forget my name. If the song remains And everybody's got a drink and a smile Well, that's just fine by me.