All my friends, you're far away, not where we've been,
It's the hand of the Comforter; we asked for this,
As you read the Bible in New York to your kids,
Or as you drive the damaged to the movies then back to bed,
Or as you listen to Hopko and fight elders - you can't win.

He watches over thee,
He watches over thee.

All my friends are far away; I hope you're doing well,
If you lay down in paradise or at the gates of Hell,
If you lay down in paradise or at the gates of Hell.