Text: Mason Jennings. Simple Life. In My Grave.

Hollow-body, bones and shoes
You can never get back what you lose
When will I stop crying?
When will I stop crying?

Oh my dear, I know too well
When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave, that will be the day

Happiness, you're so untrue
I can't stand the sight of you
When will I stop lying?
When will I stop lying?
Oh my dear, I know too well

When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave
That will be the day

Put a stone where no one knows
Dress me in my Sunday clothes
There'll be no more talk of the holy
There will be silence only

And I cannot wait for the day
When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave
When I'm in my grave

That would be the day
That would be the day
That's gonna be the day
That would be the day