Lyrics

And to the sound of morning I opened my eyes. There was a crowd performing my last rites.
And they’re whispering things to make sure I see the ones that got away will bury me.

There’s only two excuses that could make it alright. Either you lost your cellphone or your in hell tonight.
And if you’re going down you’ll be following me. The ones that got away will bury me.

Baby life is hard. The dirt flies up. You get one chance. The shovels cut. And pack down the hope they’d offered up and leave you holding to dirt and dust.

I’ve got a hard feeling that there’s no time. Did all I could and watched them dim my light. And I’ll never look beyond it to see. The ones that got away will bury me.

And we bid you goodnight.
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Tell A for the arc, that wonderful boat.
Walking in the valley of the shadow of death.

Looking out from here to where you’re standing baby, it’s getting late. Too late tonight for your dreams to come true. We bid you goodnight.

The ones that got away will bury me. Goodnight. The ones that got away will bury me. Goodnight. The ones that got away will bury me. Goodnight. The ones that got away will bury me. Goodnight.