Good And Right

«How do you think you’ll die?»
I ask you point black on a Tuesday night
In your sleep or hot wires?
The meds that sedate? The hit man for hire?
You smile then you take a pull from the beer I bought
Even though you drove and you’re off to the States tomorrow
In the eye of the bird
On the wing of the plane
Well, I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
Where do you think we go when we can’t stay here?
But we can’t go home and there’s nothing but pins and needles
And how can I comprehend that our bones will bend and the cycle ends?
Then we’re off to some great nirvana
Well, I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Then we’re off to some great nirvana
Well, I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
Well, I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right
I hope it’s good and right