I see you in the cemetery Watch you disappear Counting all the gravestones Do you know that I am near? Your footprints led me through a maze of wire and snow If I pocketed your sun, would you ever know? I found your skin and bone Beneath the trees I've grown I took you to the haunted house To keep you from that home And as you're getting cold Your skeleton turns old When the church bells ring The bird will never sing Abandoned in a box Made of sticks and rocks Wheeled into the waiting room Sit idle by the clock Stitches split your skin The shapes they draw are thin The nurses gather round To hear your sacred sound The hold I dug for you Is wide enough for two Buried by your mother's house Beside the morning dew Your coffins made of bolts You haven't got a clue