Dead & Gone

“When we’re dead & gone, I guarantee they’ll wish they knew us
You remember Ledford?” “Oh, yeah, I knew old Louis!
Last I heard him up in Bellingham, down on the corner
Screaming the praises of the Wild Tchoupitoulas.”
We’ll be gone from here and dead, and only a few of us
Had even a clue of us
“When we’re dead and gone, I do believe it, then they’ll miss us!”
“You remember Fishkin?” “Yeah, man, Bobby was a canvas…
Genius, money, dream, and drink, and darkness –
Wasn’t anything he didn’t get hit with.”
We’ll be gone from here and dead, and almost hopeless
With only each other to know this – I know that
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the blood and song
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and gone
“When we’re dead and gone, they’ll have to find us in our footprints.”
“Trying to capture Arriaga – those tracks’ll leave em all hoodwinked
Disappearing first from one direction, then cropping up
Perfectly opposite when they came in .”
We’ll be gone from here and dead a thousand years
Before they see: she was a raven
“When we’re dead and gone, they’re gonna carve us up in granite!”
“Stuff us into pamphlets!” “Quake for our caskets in transit!”
“Lionize the night we rang like bells on the banks of the Susquehanna!”
We’ll be gone from here and dead, the echo aching
Crawling back, but we outran it. I mean it
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the sky and bone
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and
Here, we were a while. Here, we worked the plow
Heroes for the flowers, here we are still now
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the life on loan
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and gone
When we’re dead and gone
Dead and gone