Tax collector's coming for your body

Tax collector's coming for your soul

To see that you've paid your dues or else

My love, that you've not been lifted up or carried away…

Tax collector's coming for your love now

Tax collector's coming for your blood

And saying you can't be lifted up

Or carried away until you've paid

But you and I, we know

It happens all the time

All the time

(Always just across the way

To some poor soul who will never know

The pregnant, sleepless weight of this joy)

Tax collector's coming for your dreams now

Coming bright and early in the morning

Why can't I ever remember that before it's 2:35am

And I'm wide awake

Busy being born again

Born again…