Vital Signs

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