Good And Right

How do you think you'll die?

I ask you point blank on a Tuesday night

In your sleep or hot wires, the meds that sedate, the hit man for hire?

You smile then you take a pull from the beer I bought

Even though you drove and you're off to the states tomorrow

In the eye of the bird

On the wing of the plane

Well I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

Where do you think we go when we can't stay here?

But we can't go home and there's nothing but pins and needles?

And how can I comprehend that our bones will bend and the cycle ends?

Then we're off to some great nirvana

Well I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

Well I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

Well I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right

I hope it's good and right