These old bones are withered and weak

Carrying heavy bags with unmarked tags for all the world to see

And even though your guardian has thrown and gone away for good, I see a light

Behind those weary, stained glass eyes

Behind those weary, stained glass eyes

Are you ready to go

And these old bones have walked many a miles

It's not an easy road to walk alone but you never hitched a ride

And through all the pain, the knowledge gained, I think you'd be satisfied, but in time

The dust will settle, everything will be fine

The dust will settle, everything will be fine

But don’t leave me just yet

But don’t leave me just yet

These old bones have loved and lost

The good times came and went but evidently the reward has a cost

And after the pointless hospice on chant conversations are all lost I hold your hand

You make your way back to his arms again

You make your way back to his arms again