My grandma took her last breath in a hospital bed with flowers by her side, worn out and wilted
I don't think there was one doubt as the world slowly dimmed
That there would be a tunnel with a light
At the end
And there would be milk and honey when we go
I was drunk when I was baptized and I've been drowning ever since
And the winds of change just blow away my faith like a dandelion's wish
And although I think that I'm right to doubt that you exist, in the end will I fear the darkness
And finally be convinced?
That there will be milk and honey when we go
But will I ever know? or is this all there is
And I'll turn my back on life's exodus as the scene just fades to black