I saw a gravestone of a man long dead
His name was Elijah Jones and his gravestone read
'I walked this good earth, I had my time
And now it"s your turn, your chance at life'
Now most epitaphs speak of the deceased
But this dead man"s words seemed to refer to me
And so that evening at that gravesite
I pondered the meaning of a chance at life
We"re like sparks rising from some great fire
We flicker brightly, then we expire
And for that fleeting glow, we pay a price
Of pain and sorrow for a chance at life
But that fire burns on, it does not cease
It made Elijah and it made me
And I like to think that, on the day he died
Its burning flames gave him comfort and light
And if I were an angel above the clouds
Singing God"s praises in a shining gown
I"d dream of rain storms on summer nights
And trade my wings for a chance at life
I"d dream of rainstorms on summer nights
And trade my wings for a chance at life
I saw a gravestone of a man long dead
His name was Elijah Jones
His name was Elijah Jones and his gravestone read
'I walked this good earth, I had my time
And now it"s your turn, your chance at life'
Now most epitaphs speak of the deceased
But this dead man"s words seemed to refer to me
And so that evening at that gravesite
I pondered the meaning of a chance at life
We"re like sparks rising from some great fire
We flicker brightly, then we expire
And for that fleeting glow, we pay a price
Of pain and sorrow for a chance at life
But that fire burns on, it does not cease
It made Elijah and it made me
And I like to think that, on the day he died
Its burning flames gave him comfort and light
And if I were an angel above the clouds
Singing God"s praises in a shining gown
I"d dream of rain storms on summer nights
And trade my wings for a chance at life
I"d dream of rainstorms on summer nights
And trade my wings for a chance at life
I saw a gravestone of a man long dead
His name was Elijah Jones