Your friends will do their best to comfort you
Your friends will set their favorite traps for you
At night they'll worry in their beds about you
At night the moon will come and sing for you
At last, you'll have something you can call the world
In two years, your sister's child will learn about you
In two years, the grass will have grown over you
We'll sleep through the nights that we once mourned for you
Our days will be too full to die with you
At last, we'll have something we can call the world
Now and then, the rain will fall over your bones
The bats and birds will dance around at dawn
Now and then, I'll see your number in my phone
And think of coming to clean off the stone
At last, I'll have something I can call the world
At last, we'll have something we can call the world
