Without Me

Where I was to be laid there lies another
A stranger in my grave next to my mother
I had to sell it to give what they gave me
To a rich liar who promised to save me
And now some unknown lies at my Grandpa's feet

The man I trusted to help me was a cheat
Some soulless conscienceless attorney
And he helped himself to what was left of me
So I travel light on this journey
The family plot filled up where I should be

Restless unburied rambler alive or dead
With an explanation why
I never had before
A good excuse not to die
But put to sea once more

I suppose it is I who am strange instead
Or so I feel today
And never mind eternity
Now as I turn away
May they rest in peace: without me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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