You can make a plan   Carve it into stone   Like a feather falling   It is still unknown      Until the clock speaks up   Says it's time to go   You could choose the high   Or the lower road      You might clinch your fist   You might fork your tongue   As you curse or praise   All the things you've done      And the faders move   And the music dies   As we pass over   On the arc of time      So you nurse your love   Like a wounded dove   In the covered cage of night      Every star is crossed   By frenetic thoughts   That separate and then collide      And they twist like sheets   Till you fall asleep   And they finally unwind      It's a black balloon   It's a dream you'll soon deny      I hear if you make friends   With Jesus Christ   You will get right up   From that chalk outline      And then you'll get dolled up   And you'll dress in white   All to take your place   In his chorus line      And then in you'll come   With those marching drums   In a saintly compromise      No more whiskey slurs   No more blonde haired girls   For your whole eternal life      And you'll do the dance   That was choreographed   At the very dawn of time      Singing, I told you son   The day would come   You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die      You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die   You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die   You would die, you'd die, you'd die      To the deepest part   Of the human heart   The fear of death expands      Till we crack the code   We have always known   But could never understand      On a circuit board   We will soon be born   Again, again, again, again      And again, again, again, again   And again, again, again, again   And again, again, again