I go for a walk on my own

Past the cold room, quietly
Past the viewing room, quietly
Past the ceremonial hall, quietly
Past the crematorium, quietly

I go for a walk on my own

The cat goes for a walk
The dog goes for a walk
The wind comes down from the treetop
And goes for a walk

I look up at the starry dome
As the stars look down at me
The conditions of death, I reckon,
Can be beautiful, like tonight

I go for a walk on my own