Michael Fay - Able Tasmans

Sit down and I’ll tell you a story

There’s not much, not a great deal to know

About people not living a life of their own

They put all their faith in great buildings

They said they were constantly shocked and surprised

How reference points moved around

And then often their eyes became dark with dismay

As somebody else took their loved ones away

It was Christmas day

When Michael Fay gave his money away

And he just didn’t have a lot to say

We’d all forgotten his birthday

Even so, leave him home

Michael’s Dad, feeling oh so sad and alone

He says, «I'm, I’m alone but I feel as if Howers took me by the hand»

It was Christmas day

When Michael Fay gave his money away

And he just didn’t have a lot to say

Compared to the people next door

So, please carry my bones

To a place I can call home

Yes, please carry my bones

To a place I can call home

A place to carry my bones

A place to call home when we’re at the Speakeasy

Somewhere I could be alone

Shared visions of heaven are so hard to come by

Everything comes to you free

But you already own what would provides me

With artifacts based on the absence of reason

Style, style, my ass a mile

Where does it stop, precision welcome

While stop, whoa-whoa, and with two cents I got on me

The best thing to do just forget I’m alive

Please carry my bones

To a place I can call home

Yes, please carry my bones