And if I go tonight what do I leave behind? Does the Earth still turn even when you die? And is it "life" I'll find on the other side, or is it fool to hope for an other side? I haven't known god since I was still a boy, so I don't know what good it does to ask now. I wish it was simple as folded hands and the humility to ask for will I don't have. We go onto the night alone, and nobody knows what's next. Be it heaven or hell or the places that we tell ourselves are waiting in the end. For me it's the little house on Thomas Street with the yellow couch. But when I think about it I get overwhelmed, and I wrestle with the voices inside myself. But when I think about it I get overwhelmed.