There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
Nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying
There'll be no need for it
There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying