I walk these streets where my soulless feet Haunt the ground where it was I once tread On Grafton's Arcade pours the rich commerce rain Though the voices I no longer hear speak Heaven's to blame so on that I'll abstain Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail But don't let me die still wondering What it was I left behind From God's golden plate begrudgers they eat 'Till their belly's burst ignorance bliss Never they roam a wanderless home Is as far as their sorry eye sees Give me a rusty ol' goat well trampled and soaked Until these ashes and blood mingle deep But don't let me die still wondering What it was I left behind Though I've been that face before Slammed every open door Squandered once scattered beliefs So when the waves come crashin' in I'll swim as the ocean swims Out with the morning tide Then back for my tea So I'll do as I please like the well-tempered breeze Blowin' which way I see fit I'll grey with the clay seven days till the day When they throw me on the potter's scrap heap But take my advice; you'll have to bury me twice Cause the first time I won't rest easily But don't let me die still wondering What it was I left behind