This country is my canvas –
I leave paint trails as I go.
I´m painting a picture
That you can only see from outer space.
My bedroom is your sofa,
I take my breakfast on the train.
I´m tired and I´m dirty, and not a second goes to waste.

I´ll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile
It´s just my way of trying to be alive.

Well I´ll never get to grey hair
And I´ll never be in the black,
But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.
Dreaming is a luxury,
Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.
I´ll stop when I´m finished,
And sleep is for the weak.

Heaven´s in the half-light, and that´s where I reside,
A whiskey and a wry smile –
I check my vital signs.

And when I´m gone,
The worlds revolve, and life goes on,
So mark no grave,
Forget my name.
If the song remains
And everybody´s got a drink and a smile,
Well, that´s just fine by me.