Deadwood

Holding on, so it goes
Left too long, decompose
All the stones that we throw
All the lights that won't glow so we'll never know
And the stories they sell
Are the stories that they all go tell

I'm not gonna stand in line
Not just because you said so
Who do you think i am Mr Cunningham?
I've a mind to take my time and see it to the end though
Not today anyway pal

What will I do?
What will I be?
What will I find?
What will I see without today

Finding the time
What will I say?
Of course it's not you
Sure it's not me
It's our way, it's our way

Half enough time
I'm gonna float
Over the sea
I'm gonna find
Part of my mind
Open at times
Hoping to see
Hoping I'd be with you
Hoping I'd be with you
And I'd burn all the deadwood

I'm not gonna stand in line
Not just because you said so
Who do you think i am Mr Cunningham?
I've a mind to take my time and see it to the end though
Worry not, my sweet anon

What is the final scene?
The room as it carries me
Burning alive to say