In the deep dark of the night
where dreams roam the earth
A weary old man lays in quiet
waiting to journey back to his birth
Chorus
He whispered this is the end
My Son I'm not a praying man
Verse 2
When his mind took him to a place
Not even his family could reach
He just forgot many a familiar face
His memories were soaked in bleach
Chorus
He whispered this is the end
My Son I'm not a praying man
Bridge
As he lay holding on to my hand
He whispered Son I'm not a praying man
Final Verse
And finally in the deep dark of the night
Where last prayers are softly hummed
The old man passed on like a bird in flight
Praying for the first and last time