The Watchman's Gone, ©1973 by Gordon Lightfoot  

Just like birds of a feather
We two have followed the golden sun
It feels so good, knowing the watchman's gone
                                             
If I give you a rose, buddy
Would you please bury it in the field
I've seen a rose, watching it all fold out
                                             
There's a train down at the station
It's come to carry my bones away
Two engines on, twenty-one coaches long
End to end, twenty-one coaches then
The watchman's out, kicking the bums about
                                             
If I wait for the right moment
You can bet I'll climb aboard unseen
I've done it before, I know I can do it in my sleep
                                             
The watchman's out, kicking the bums about
The watchman's out, kicking your dreams about
                                             
As I leave you in the sunset
Got one more nothin' I'd like to say
You don't owe me, a son of the sea am I
                                             
This I say to you my brother
If you live to follow the golden sun
You better beware, knowing the watchman's always there
                                             
If you find me feeding daisies
Please turn my face up to the sky
And leave me be, watching the moon roll by
Whatever I was, you know it was all because
I been on the town, washing the bullshit down
                                             
The watchman's out, kicking your dreams about
It feels so good, knowing the watchman's gone
It's like a song, knowing the watchman's gone