Yesterday was a long day, and the day before yesterday was longer. Every day is longer than the day that succeeds it, which means the days are getting shorter and will someday become so infinitesimally short that they might as well never happen. When you think back far enough in time, conversely, the days seem never to have come to an end. Of course, the days did come to an end—here we are, after all. Yet it seems the days are getting shorter and simultaneously that they never came to an end. That’s just how it is.
I’m going down to the church house
Get down on my knee knee knee
Deacon Jones pray pray, pray for me
Me me me
Ain’t no heaven, I don’t believe no heaven
I don’t believe no burnin’ hell