In my time on earth
I was a boy
In my time on earth
I was somebody's son
In my time on earth
I said too much
But not nearly
Not nearly enough
Will we recall the table set
The water warm
A bed unmade in a single room?
Will we recall
If nothing else at all in that single room
In that hired room?
Love and death in the afternoon
In my time as your lover
I told you the truth
And in my time as this saint
I grew some wings as proof
In my time on earth i knew enough
That is far too much
That is far too much