15 Jun 1999
At 4 am it’s time to fly
Put on your coat but leave this suitcase standing by
Let these possessions pass you by
You’ll never need them in the sweet bye and bye
No time to pack your life away
One chance is all you get, at least that’s what they say
More than throwing it away
You’ll never need it in the place you’re going to stay
Onwards, upwards pushing in
All the lives that haunt him still won’t let him in
Another way to start again
Another life to live to show us what has been
No destinations to approach
Maybe he’ll pass beyond the ends of this rope
Beneath the arching leaves of hope
Will lean to rest and hear the sweet sound below