This Way Through the Fire

I'm not hungry

I'm not thirsty

I'm not weary

& I'm not alone

When every question has an answer

& All the lost souls come rolling home

This way through the fire

holding hands out through the door

This way...

Two brass farthings on my eyelids

3 cheers, hip hip hooray

4 black pennies in my pocket

To pay the driver to take me on my way