I wrote this song on my way home from work. I frequently bike and I was riding through the cemetery and then a lot of this came out all at once. I am part of the code team at work, and there are a lot of old men who die. Every time I sing the verse "What makes you so different than that old man lying in his final dying bed? He breathes his last, he slips away, it's like he never was" I think of the last person I saw die. Their visage just pops into my mind. It replaces the last one I saw die.
Sometimes family is there, sometimes not. Sometimes it's expected, sometimes not. The similarities are the grey color of their skin and empty eyes. It's creepy, yes, but not any more creepy than living with the knowledge this is coming up for you and me. One day, your eyes will not be able to see that you are just a skeleton. What is the answer? I don't know.
