There are places   Some of us can't face yet    And even though we see it    We just swear God's sleeping    So we say,       "Ash to ash, dust to dust,    We're all gonna die so we have to    trust in something"   But it's probably nothing   There's gotta be something      Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping   We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping   So we say,       "Ask and ask and we'll return    The same favors till its our own turn"   We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,   Another forty years for you   And yours to learn      Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves   We'll probably all crash anyway      When we see it we don't believe it    We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping    We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn    Another forty years for you and yours to learn    You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"      And we say, "love was made    Like a book or a page just ripped out but we never read anyway"    And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"   We should probably get used to it, but we don't      Now I see it...      She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around    She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown    She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down    If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground"