The best is over, the rest is a charade,
I smell the scent of your hair, on the sheets,
On the bed where you laid
I can't even count, the promises I made,
So many debts I guess, will have to go unpaid.
There's a light on in your room,
There's a shadow that isn't you,
There's a look in your eyes, I wish I knew, but I can't say I do,
(And she said)
You should have given me your ribbon, you gave me rope instead,
I turn my back on all the living, I started raising the dead.
The best is over, everything's been done,
Every play has been played every scam has been run,
I see a look in my eyes that says, 'hey, I'm not that young',
So many songs I guess will have to go unsung
Drunk and high on Independence Day,
Look like Nixon feel like JFK,
In my motel room with the TV on,
For a second, I forget you're gone.
Sometimes I wish that you would haunt me,
When I'm alone in my bed,
The more I tried to make you want me,
Might as well be raising the dead
The best is over, everything's been said,
If you need me come and find me
Tonight I'm raising the dead...
Yeh if you need me come and find me,
If you need me why don't you see about me?
If you need me why don't you find me child
If you need me,