If i knew the way i'd die, i'd stick my head in the sand Don't need a how or why to see my soul drift on by It's not that i'm afraid of rain on my parade It's just to be confused, is the type of end i choose The end i choose The end i choose Until the day i die, i hope it's a surprise Won't be a bit amused by finding out too soon November one, when the leaves were fall and garnished the setting sun Been here this long with this dream undone, i can rid of it longer November fourth, when the trees would fall onto the forest floor Been here this long with this dream undone, i can rid of it longer Rid of it longer... Yes i can... (if i knew the way i'd die)...yes i can... (if i knew the way i'd die)...yes i can... (the way i'd die)...yes i can... And i hope it's a surprise...