Tomorrow I'm gonna leave a bird on your gravenAnd say a little prayer for younnKyle says you've been dead for a couple of monthsnAnd I've been thinking you're still here my friendnAnd I still have your songs in my headnAnd your face engraved into the glass of mennTomorrow I'm gonna leave a bird on your gravenAnd say a little prayer for theennAnd he misses you when you're gonenWhen you're gone, you're gonennTomorrow I'm gonna leave a bird on your gravenWith a note and I'm hoping it will last for daysnFaded from flesh they put flowers on your gravenWith a great box of cedar where they buried you