Jars of Clay: Dead Man (Carry Me)

This song tickles my fancy late at night, as that happens to be the time.  I'm sure it would tickle at other times of the day as well.  I thought I'd throw down the lyrics.  Maybe it'll tickle a fancy somewhere in you, too.

January 1, I've got a lot of this on my mind. I'm lookin' at my body through a new spy satellite. Try to lift a finger but I don't think I can make the call. So tell me if I move, 'cause I don't feel anything at all.

So carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet; can't find a heartbeat. Make me breathe. I want to be a new man.  Tired of the old one.  Off with the old plan.

I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral.  But it was better than the party full of people I don't really know.  Well they've got hearts to break and burn, dirty hands to feel the earth.  Got something in my veins but I can't seem to make it work.  Won't work...

So carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet; can't find a heartbeat.  Make me breathe.  I want to be a new man.  Tired of the old one.  Out with the old plan.

Can you find a beat inside of me?

Any pulse?

Getting worse?

Any pulse?

Getting worse?

Inside of me?

Can you find a beat?

Carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet; can't find a heartbeat.  Make me breathe. I want to be a new man.  Tired of the old one.  Off with the old plan.

Carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet; can't find a heartbeat.  Make me breathe.  I want to be a new man.  Tired of the old one.  Out with the old plan.

It's a catchy little tune.  Catchy little idea too, when you think about it.