The soul that left the body whole.
I’ve become a bargain tune about where I am from,
It’s ringing up its minor toll.
My mom died when she wasn’t old.
One faded photo: a pretty girl in beachside sun.
The soul that left the body whole.
But quietly over these major chords, her voice comes.
It’s ringing up its minor toll.
Like songs of the old rock and roll
Playing in space after the Age of Music is done;
The soul that left the body whole.
I’ve burned through life like burning coal;
Energy’s cheap for now, but there is still a price for the fun.
It’s ringing up its minor toll.
But I don’t care, I won’t replace all the things I stole.
Have a son take a picture then die; while I’m still young.
The soul that left the body whole:
It’s ringing up its minor toll.
