Oh, how you spread all around my head And I'm still so goddamn young And I'm afraid That you'll now ache For my twisted tongue So if I can't speak, won't you arrange for me A modest boat Oh, to take me home And your garden's glooms Fill the rooms of this house I haunt If I close the shades I might get another day Just not the one that I want So if I can't sing, won't you direct me To the harbor of stone Oh, to take me home You can take the photographs in each unbroken dish And the second-best bed, like in Willie's dark wish But the friends you keep are far too steep for me to bargain for Oh, I hope what I got comes It won't leave me wanting more Oh, I hope what I got comes It won't leave me wanting more Oh, I hope what I got comes Oh, I hope what I got comes Oh, I hope what I got comes It's been years Since my brothers did hear Even their telephone rang And now it's too late To fix the fate Of this most important thing So if you bury me, won't you equally Send my bones To each of their homes You can take the photographs in each unbroken dish And the second-best bed, like in Willie's dying wish But the friends you keep are far too steep for me to bargain for Oh, I hope what I got comes It won't leave me wanting more Oh, I hope what I got comes Oh, I hope what I got comes Oh, I hope what I got comes