He’s always so meticulous
Arranging everything just so
With his little book of times and dates
And lists of routes to go
We might have been better off
To let the elements have their way
Speed up the ascending
Into the endless gray
Who’ll take care of the dead
Who’ll watch over their souls
Who’ll bring them flowers and trinkets and songs
Who’ll go shower their graves
With the love they deserved
Who’ll take care of the dead when he’s gone
He travels the treeless landscapes
Always longing to be free
From these cages that we’ve made
And he once said to me
Everything has a place to go
The peeling paint and the rust
Yet we’ve trapped ourselves down below
Slowing transformation into dust
Who’ll take care of the dead
Who’ll watch over their souls
Who’ll bring them flowers and trinkets and songs
Who’ll go shower their graves
With the love they deserved
Who’ll take care of the dead when he’s gone
He knows his path is futile
And that his journeys are in vain
Yet the secrets of immortality
Are weaved into his pain
Who’ll take care of the dead
Who’ll watch over their souls
Who’ll bring them flowers and trinkets and songs
Who’ll go shower their graves
With the love they deserved
Who’ll take care of the dead when he’s gone
Who’ll take care of the dead?
Lyrics Copyright 2024 by Dan Steven Erickson
