Dying of thirst    Could i still be alive or worse    Where was i last    Parked on the street when a shadow was cast    Taking me out, when a struggle ensued    What was that hole in my shirt    And the blood that spilled to the floor    Like a dead man's       The focus is blurred    And the voice off camera is heard    And the lighting's to blame    Tell the assistant director the same    Pulling away to a final dissolve    Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings    Before the screen fades to black    And the credits rise above    Like the soul of a dead man    Wandering on    Like a dead man    Wandering on