Like a Stone

On a cobweb afternoon,
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death;
Reading how we'll die alone.
And if we're good we'll lay to rest,
Anywhere we want to go.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone.
And on my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels,
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven;
To a place I recall,
I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled,
And there you led me on.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone, alone.
And on I read until the day was gone;
And I sat in regret of all the things I've done;
For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged.
In dreams until my death I will wander on.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone, alone.