I Will Never Pass This Way Again (Listen here)
Every beauty sleeping, every Jesus crucified.
Your favorite plate will get broken and the hero will cry.
Every rock star wounded, ugly ducklings ridiculed.
Tonight our prom queen is weeping for her last day at school.
When I die make my bones into flutes.
When I rise I'll pull up all my roots.
For I will never pass this way again.
All your cut flowers are dying, your full moon will wane.
Your beauty is fleeting and your winning horse has gone lame.
All the money you've been saving in the secret place under the floor, now your house is on fire, the smoke comes in as you go out the back door.
Tell me what you've been building with all those wedding rings?
And how many dishes to fill a hundred kitchen sinks?
There's a pretty place in Heaven for the pervert and the prostitute, on the banks of the river where the trees are always heavy with their fruit.
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