Jesus, here lies my brother    Tortured and blown    Stretch for the heavens and go    ...I watch him go    Here it comes       Jesus was a poor boy    Jesus was a poor boy    "It's justa spring clean for the May queen"    I'm coming home       And this one's for the life    This one's for the funeral in the rain    And if only for tonight    This one's for the funeral in the rain       The day's gone and the year's gone    And I don't know when I'm coming home    I can't hold on to what I've had    When what I've had    There's nothing left at all...       So this one's for the life    This one's for the funeral in the rain    And if only for tonight    Close your eyes and try to sleep again...       A world away, you turn away    I'm wide awake, and I don't need your home    Tell me why he went, it seems to be    An element to this mystery    It's so cold today, so I get away, and I'm left behind with nothing but words...