©2007 Garrett Clevenger
C F Livin' on a tombstone that has your name on are lichen slowly covering
F C Em C your name and the date you were buried beneath as the memories of you fades away.
Am G F C 1897, I can imagine what it must have been like.
Am G F C It wouldn't be as easy to see what's beyond that mountainside
Em C Em C and I wouldn't have as many friends whose gravestones would surely make me cry.
Am G F C Would you have a fancy design, or somethin' you can barely see?
Am G F C What would be engraved in stone? Will it reflect your legacy?
Em C Em C The rows and rows of fallen humans makes me glad I am still living.
Am G F C You can learn a lot if you look. Compare who's buried next to who.
Am G F C Here's a child, only 12 and next to him his sister, too.
Em C Em C 2 months later, their mama died. I'm sure she succumbed to the blues.
Am G F C How many others don't have a grave? Where is their memory?
Am G F C Others still are buried not alone. They perished by brutal misery.
Em C Em C No one deserves to die by another man's greed and end up in anonymity.