Little bed I sit on you
Little bed I stare
And in my mind I wonder
How is it that before here
I was there
I sit on my prison cot
I sit in my exile
I sit and watch the guard in the corner
Searching through my file
I wonder what is to become of me
Once this life has passed
I remember wondering about my freedom
And how long it would last
Little bed I sit on you
Little bed I stare
And I say good bye to the life I used to live
As I push back my final hair
