Last night after drifting slowly
I fell asleep and lie unmobily
I had a dream about my death
I was chased down, and shot in the chest
And as I woke, so slow today
There's just one thing I have to say
With a vast white ceiling, and huge white lights
There are many strange feelings and many strange sights
I can't move and inch, my fingers or toes
Hey, wait a minute, these aren't my clothes
This isn't my room, this isn't my bed
Now I know it's not in my head
As a matter of fact I am not either
Mind and spirit, in my body are neither
I look down at my young woman face
And the body, that will never walk out of this place
