Baby in Death Can I Rest Next to Your Grave

I love to watch the pigeons flutter
 Don't mind the bums sleeping in the gutters
 In San Francisco's tenderloin
 I walk the streets and feel the joy
 I love to watch the kittens sleep
 In the bookstore window down the street
 They warm my heart, they give me comfort
 Like newborn baby birds
 My life work takes me away
 From my baby, she knows that they
 When I sing her off to sleep
 That in the morning I'm gonna leave
 Off to far and cryptic worlds
 Where the oceans and planets swirl
 Where the nature turns and twists
 Its knife into the back of happiness
 I took a bus to Jerusalem
 And took a peek at the Dead sea
 Got stuck in a traffic jam
 On the way back to Tel Aviv
 Coulda been the scorching red sky
 Coulda been the sand in my eyes
 But I think i missed the rock that Jesus touched
 And the wall where the jews cried
 But the young girls looked lovely soaking in the sun
 In their army fatigues smoking cigarettes
 And the boys looked displaced in their crew cuts and shades
 Holding AK-47's at 21 years of age
 Flew to Melbourne, Australia
 Flew from Adelaide to Perth
 Never saw the indigenous, never saw the sun
 It rained all the evening, it rained all the day
 Never got to see the outback, or visit Bon Scott's grave
 Woke up in Miami, drove to West Palm Beach, Florida
 Still not a sight of crocodile or a giant tortoise
 Floated up to the sky where the sun lost its glow
 When my plane touched the ground, I was looking off at the snow
 Scraped my feet from Vancouver to Calgary to Halifax
 Dragged my spanish guitar a 100 times across the european lands
 Flew to Taipei, flew to Singapore, flew to Tokyo, flew to Seoul
 Though they welcomed me with kindness I felt painfully alone
 Shared a moment with a sweetie, put an ease on my breast
 Came home fingers crossed, tired as a pre-war penny
 And the shame it set in when my love saw my face
 But her water's will run, shall in time be erased
 And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved
 And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"
 And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved
 And said, "Baby, in death can I rest next to your grave?"
 Where will your soul go, where are you gonna be buried
 In whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried?
 Or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather?
 When will you die, where will your ashes be scattered?
 If you don't want me in death
 Then please drop my remains in the nearest tenderloin gutter
 And ii won't complain
 Next to the homeless for we are all brothers
 Next to the pigeons and I watch them flutter