Put it all aside Step to the edge Take a look for what’s to come Never turn and question What’s done is done Your time will come And mine will too Across the black cloud Through the mist of mystery There will be another day Been here a thousand times Mourning the unknown Revering what we have made What good is a name on a stone A lifetime of preparation A deathtime of contemplation One day will come for our own Dress rehearsal for a funeral If only the dead could speak If only we could enter their world Wasted time and forgotten years Would become so relevant Mentally preparing Physically practicing The unassuming are caught in the whirlwind We know what to do It’s just another day Been here a thousand times Mourning the unknown Revering what we have made What good is a name on a stone A lifetime of preparation A deathtime of contemplation One day will come for our own Dress rehearsal for a funeral