When we die I bet they'll haul a box into a pile of dirt
Nothing in it but a sack of bones
And stuffy tie and shirt
As loved ones wish we'd get up
And moan this isn't fair
But you and me won't be there

When I die, whatever you might say
Don't say I'm gone
Gone is not the word for someone
Who finally found his way back home

Death, it doesn't scare me
Thinking that you're somewhere on your waya
I can't go on pretending
I might never see the day
It's not hard for me to picture
What makes me feel out of place
Hope I'm not afraid when I see you face to face
To some you're like a prison
When they've yet to taste freedom
And maybe you feel bitter
Because Jesus broke your kingdom
Once you were so powerful
And power made you happy
But now you're like a ferry boat
Now you're like a taxi

When I die, whatever you might say
Don't say I'm gone
Gone is not the word for someone
Who finally found his way back home
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You're Like A Taxi Lyrics

Showbread – You're Like A Taxi Lyrics