I'd like to think when my time comes to leave
They'll write up a list of the things I achieved
They'll scribble a note to the people I failed
To balance my years as the coffin is nailed

I like to imagine that when I'm on the bed
The one marked departing or almost dead
That I may believe I struggled, but won
For what's life when it's easy and cosy and fun?

I live in hope that when I have to go
That someone will care enough just to show
My faults and my reasons, my errors and ills
My triumphs and glories, determination and will

I'd be in heaven if I could look down
To witness the tears and jeers abound
There's no point denying that some may be glad
I'm sure for all of the good, there was bad

But most of all friend, I'd like to appear
For one hour each day, and then disappear
Sixty minutes I'd spend putting right what was wrong
Or scaring all those who said "Thank god he's gone."