Gone to Stay

 How many heartaches do you think you can stand
 I used to count 'em all on the fingers of just one hand
 Way back in the distance before the sad times began
 Now I'm down by the ocean counting grains of sand

 There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist
 A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid
 And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist
 When you think you just can't stand it
 You're gonna leave empty handed
 Do you still dream of being saved

 Friends and relations they all stand around
 As the casket is lowered down into the ground
 The shovel dirt and gravel - all his mother hears is the sound
 Of a little baby crying somewhere in the crowd

 Jesus wouldn't save you and you cried
 I knew I couldn't save you so I lied
 The doctors couldn't save you but I do believe they tried
 After dying together we die alone side by side

 There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist
 A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid
 And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist
 When you think you just can't stand it
 You're gonna leave you empty handed
 Do you still dream of being saved