Lost in the Seams

Playing my own funeral March  
 
Sit down tap out a tune  
Didn’t know this would be my funeral  
 
Stand before Jesus  
Profess my sins to him  
   
He says that is not so  
It’s who I am  
 
Bathing in dirty water  
Come up clean prophecy  
 
Bathing in Jesus  
Looking for lost prophets  
 
Lost in the seams  
 
Lost in the seams  
 
Search for me in deviling  
Come up soul clean  
 
The path is short I’m getting there  
Still a beast in the in between  
 
Days are shorter than when I was a kid  
Still feel the oil in my petrol  
 
Not going out not like this  
Going Pedal to the metal  
Until I’m pushing  up daisies