It was a gracious old sunshine
But it was wasted on me
I was plastered and counting the cop cars out
Right in front of me
I was a troublesome young kid
I was a big piece of shit
But I am hoping that the days in the hospice
Atoned for some of it
If the whole thing was fair
It would be me that was fighting for air
But it's you in the bed
And it's so routine that it just threw me, I guess
And in the cosmic ballet
You can't just do what you fucked up again
♪
And the world is not done with me yet
Was in a dulcimer mood
Around the fourth day of June
I accounted for the miles of attention that I got
But never want nor choose
And on the day, when I left
When I said I'd be back, I am sorry
And your face when you saw me
It was fate worse than death
I just wish that I'd said
Something more than I'd be back in ten
And if I went there in time
I'd take a second to go and kiss you goodbye
So I'll stay by the bed
And be some respite for you 'til the end

And the world is not done with me yet
Rise and rise, you great old thing
♪
Rise and rise and shine over me
♪
All that I wanted was something to save me
And the carnival is over and the ashtrays are empty
It's hardly a place I can look to for safety
♪
Was a high, holy weekend
The ones you get shit for free at the counter
And I'm crying alone now
'Cause I didn't want them to see
I fell asleep in the bathtub
But I woke up in the street
I'm a bastion of the unwanted attention
That I couldn't wait to leave
If the whole thing was fair
It would be me that was fighting for air
It made sense in my head
But I'm still the asshole down here nonetheless
In the comedown affray
Came to fix what I fucked up today

'Cause the world is not done with me
Rise and rise, you great old thing
♪
Rise and rise and shine over me
♪
Rise and rise, you great old thing
Rise and rise and shine over me