The fading light comes passing low

With the living done now down below

He stands me long in blackened ground

And the hands grown strong now make no sound

Broken and it's closing time

I've thrown it all in just to stay alive

And the good son done left me dry

I've worked to believe I've worked to die

And the cold rain comes dancing on

Leave me standing broken and I'm fading off

Jesus let me tell you son

I'm running to your heaven can't you hear me coming

In the bright light's been fading off

Preacher tell me son I got to pay to talk

Sweet lord come carry me

They've failed to impress and I can't believe

And I ain't never seen no other lord

He grind my bones to save my soul