home again

who's gonna throw my pitiful ashes
into the holy mother ganges ?
it certainly can't be me
and for damn sure it won't be you
so who's it gonna be ?
who's gonna hold it as their sacred obligation ?
who's gonna ken the need for this to come to be ?

i've seen so many nameless shadows
lurking round so many darkened alleys
down in the zone of the living dead
who's gonna take the time and care
to honour their remains ?
who's gonna give a good goddam ?

how about you ? or you ?
or any one of you who by the grace
of some heavenly higher power or other
still have a name that might be carved
on any cold hard granite tombstone ?

their ain't no number high enough
for those forgotten souls that can't be counted
yet each might gain some sliver of an edge
by the whisper of your kind and sincere prayers

pray for the souls of the nameless ones
who've been long lost in those endless alleyways
as you'd pray for each grain of silvery sand
along the banks of sweet holy mama ganges

without each and every one of us
that guide the sacred waters home
there'd be no river
there'd be no rain
there'd be no sandy shores
and there'd be no hope
of a home to ever reach again