One Hundred Years

I carved my name in the summer (of two thousand and two) Into the trunk of a great tree I lay down under (and soon) I fell asleep for a hundred years (next thing I knew) I awoke in the future Entire cities of old folks homes In every household a hospital bed for everyone They laid me down and they stripped my clothes Gave me a shirt that said “I survived my own life” It was cold They said our limbs cause us too much pain So they cut off my arms and they cut off my legs Now I’m wandering around and I feel out of place I would like to go back to my home I told you I told you I have nothing left with which to hold you I lean up against you We need heat where we’re gonna go (I have been there I should know) It was cold And we were old we were old We were shedding our skins like some cold blooded animal All looking for love in the mirror but you know That you’re on your own You keep yourself You live alone