[Verse 1]
Somethin' heavy coming down like Easter in the air
And he woke up Sunday morning with some flowers in his hair
Looking like the face of Jesus in his final agony
That they found on that old winding sheet way down in L.A
[Chorus]
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
[Verse 2]
Something came a-shining in that smoky little room
Shining like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and speaking of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
[Chorus]
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
[Verse 3]
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loadin' up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One's filled with music and the other's filled with thunder
Somethin' heavy coming down like Easter in the air
And he woke up Sunday morning with some flowers in his hair
Looking like the face of Jesus in his final agony
That they found on that old winding sheet way down in L.A
[Chorus]
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
[Verse 2]
Something came a-shining in that smoky little room
Shining like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and speaking of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
[Chorus]
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
[Verse 3]
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loadin' up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One's filled with music and the other's filled with thunder
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