Can't Find My Way Home

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone

Somebody must change

You are the reason I've been waiting so long

Somebody holds the key

Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time

And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone

Somebody must change

You are the reason I've been waiting all these years

Somebody holds the key

Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time

And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

— Steve Winwood

God's Gonna Cut You Down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the backbiter 

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news

My head's been wet with the midnight dew

I've been down on bended knee

Talkin' to the man from Galilee

He spoke to me in the voice so sweet

I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet

He called my name and my heart stood still

When he said, "John go do my will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the backbiter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand

Workin' in the dark against your fellow man

But as sure as God made black and white

What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the backbiter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

— Johnny Cash

A Conversation with Death

O, Death

O, Death

Won't you spare me over till another year?

What is this I can't see

With icy hands takin' hold of me?

O, I am Death, no-one can excel

I open the door to Heaven or Hell 

O, Death, someone would pray

Could you call some other day?

The children prayed, the preacher preached

Time and mercy is out of your reach

O, Death 

O, Death 

Won't you spare me till another year? 

I am Death, 

I come to take the soul

Leave the body and leave it cold

To draw up the flesh off of the frame

The earth and worms will have their claim

Mother come to my bed

Place a cold towel upon my head

My head is warm, my feet are cold

Death is movin' upon my soul

O, Death 

O, Death 

Won't you spare me o'er till another year?

O, Death, please consider my age

Please don't take me at this stage

My wealth is all at your command

If you will move your icy hand

No wealth, no land, no silver nor gold

Nothing satisfies me but your poor soul

The old, the young, the rich and the poor

They're all alike to me you know

O, Death

O, Death

Won't you spare me o'er till another year?

Won't you spare me o'er till another year?

— Lloyd Chandler

In Time...

I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.

And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more,
Or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.

You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.

In time, there'll surely come a day
In time, all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back, some say.
To live once more,
Or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.

— Mark Collie