vital signs

Lyrics

this country is my canvas -, i leave paint trails as i go. i'm painting a picture, that you can only see from outer space. my bedroom is your sofa, i take my breakfast on the train. i'm tired and i'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste. i'll be dead but never dying, and i say that with a smile, it's just my way of trying to be alive. well i'll never get to grey hair, and i'll never be in the black, but i can tell stories that most can hardly dream. dreaming is a luxury, like stopping-staring and beauty sleep. i'll stop when i'm finished, and sleep is for the weak. heaven's in the half-light, and that's where i reside, a whiskey and a wry smile -, i check my vital signs. and when i'm gone, the worlds revolve, and life goes on, so mark no grave, forget my name. if the song remains, and everybody's got a drink and a smile, well, that's just fine by me.