The ones who come back can tell stories
Of places so wide and so warm,
And I've never wanted so badly
To be gone.
And when I was young,
I learned Martin Luther,
He nailed the words to the wall.
But I never met that person,
He sang for.
I never asked who he was.
All the machines are still spinning
Late in the night while I sleep.
My grandma knows where she's going,
And me, I have no idea.
Well I met a man who told stories
Of leaving the bad for the good.
On a street corner where he least expected
He heard God.
And I gave my body to science.
I felt the push and the pull.
I closed my eyes in defiance,
And I won.
All the machines are still spinning
Late in the night while I sleep.
My grandma knows where she's going,
And me, I have no idea.
I am not writing these things to be difficult.
I am just trying to find what I'm searching for.
I am not writing these things to be difficult.
(Where are you now?)
I am just giving them up as an offering.
(Where are you now?)
I am not writing these things to be difficult.
(Where are you now?)
I am just trying to find what I'm searching for.
(Where are you now?)
I am not writing these things to be difficult.
(Where are you now?)
I am just giving them up as an offering.
(Where are you now?)
How could it be so easy for you and so hard for me?
The ones who woke her in the morning
Found a body so frail and so worn,
But all along she knew her maker
Was calling her home.
All the machines are still spinning
Late in the night while I sleep.
My grandma knows where she's going,
And me, I have no idea.