[Music: P. Craddick & D. Ott. Lyrics — P. Craddick]
Why do we loan ourselves to things by which we will never be repaid
And feel consoled by tomorrow when today has been profaned?
Confused by choices … or blind to cause-and-effect and a future gravestone
Today’s a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, ’til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
‘Till you crash and break like a wave
I’ll hope to file away my account today, and see in it some value
And appreciate all that I’ve had, before I quit this venue
Confused by choices … but alive to cause-and-effect and a eventual gravestone
Today’s a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, ’til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
‘Till you crash and break like a wave
Something about someone with a hood and a scythe …
Something about a date you just can’t … cancel
Eulogies, memories, services, tombstones, flowers, candles, tears and regrets
If I ask myself, every day, ‘is today the day?’
Then one day, it will be … my final draft
Lost in today …
Confused by choices … or blind to cause-and-effect …
And a future gravestone, an eventual gravestone …
Today’s a draft
Today’s a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, ’til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
‘Till you crash and break like a wave