the cure

the cure to this dying old man
is for his time to come, to die
but you're too late for he's gone
don't throw your hands 'round him and cry

for now he is very weak
hear him say, hear him speak
thus remember this, I tell you
go find another whether old or new

waiting for you to be here
to be on his side when he dies
go ahead now, whisper to his ear
say goodbye and shed your crying eyes

for now it is time for me to rest
for a long journey is ahead of me
give me your kiss, give me your best
for I'll bring it along in my journey

cure me, cure me with those killing hands
cause lying here miserable I can't stand
can't you open your eyes and see?
the dying old man here is me