(Patrick Simmons)

I just looked in the mirror, was that me

I'm older now than I used to be

The sky above me, Lord, it's turnin' red

There's a hard rain fallin' 'round my head

Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head

Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head

Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head

Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head

The road I'm standin' on, it twists and turns

The soles of my feet, Lord, they're 'bout to burn

The reaper beckons, and he points the way

Oh, Lord, I'm gettin' closer every day

Oh, Lord, closer every day

Oh, Lord, closer every day

Oh, Lord, closer every day

Oh, Lord, closer every day