Lyrics:

They buried me
In a suit made of old lighters and magazines
Mostly pages of Mother Jones and The Nation
Better Living, bits of patience
Which you'll need

Drove away in the Valiant my old man that he gave me
Slant six, busted tail light, Ivory Green

When the days come down
And we're laid right out
Catch you catching me
When the days come down

I was interred in a church without no ceiling
With a bear who was out eating watching from the trees
And as I stood upon the water
Their silhouettes, my daughter
Waving back at me

Well sometimes I get it
What it is I came for
Like the screaming of your first born sounds like singing

When the days come down
And you're laid right out
Catch you catching me
When the days come down