Lyrics Anyway - Live From The Shrine Auditorium,United States/1975 - Genesis

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart
This is the one for me, time to meet the chef
Oh boy, the running man is out of death
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath

It's back to ash, yeah-yeah
Now you've had your flash, boy
The rocks, in time, compress your blood to oil
Your flesh to coal, your blood to oil
Not everybody's goal

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse
But I'm sure I hear a train
Oh boy, I don't even feel no pain
I guess I must be driving myself insane

Damn it all, hey
Does Earth plug a hole in Heaven
Or Heaven plug a hole in Earth?
How wonderful to be so profound
When everything you are is dying underground

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow
I should have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones
Keep the deadline open with my maker

See me stretch, yeah, for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings
And it's, "Good morning, Rael, so sorry you had to wait
She won't be long, yeah, she's very rarely late"