Like a Stone - Audioslave(capo 3)

On a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness

by a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages.

Of a book full of death, reading how we die alone

and if we're good we'll lay to rest. Anywhere we wanna go.

On my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,

to the pagans or anyone who will take me to heaven,

to a place I recall, I was there so long ago.

The sky was bruised, the wine was bled and there you led me on.

And on I read until the day was gone

and I sat in regret for all the things I've done.

For all that I've blessed and all that I've wronged,

in dreams, until my death I will wander on.