Paroles : When we die I bet they'll haul a box into a pile of dirt. Nothing in it but a sack of bones. And stuffy tie and shirt. As loved ones wish we'd get up. And moan this isn't fair. But you and me won't be there. . When I die, whatever you might say. Don't say I'm gone. Gone is not the word for someone. Who finally found his way back home. . Death, it doesn't scare me. Thinking that you're somewhere on your way. I can't go on pretending. I might never see the day. It's not hard for me to picture. What makes me feel out of place. Hope I'm not afraid when I see you face to face. To some you're like a prison. When they've yet to taste freedom. And maybe you feel bitter. Because Jesus broke your kingdom. Once you were so powerful. And power made you happy. But now you're like a ferry boat. Now you're like a taxi. . When I die, whatever you might say. Don't say I'm gone. Gone is not the word for someone. Who finally found his way back home.
Showbread - You'Re Like A Taxi
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