one Friday night I took a look at the Earth
  for the very last time since my very last birth
  went to my rest on a slab in a tomb
  woke up restless in somebody's womb
  one more time I went towards the light
  one more time I didn't quite get it right
  one Saturday morning I opened my eyes
  for the very first time since the last time I died

  one more lifetime of walking around
  under the sky and over the ground
  soaking up taste, smell, vision and sound
  while my soul tries to comprehend all I have found

  one more chance at rhyme or reason
  one more go at subversion and treason
  one more life to find a new lease in
  the wheel turns around and it don't need greasin

  one more lifetime of rivals and friends
  meetings with countless women and men
  until the day that it comes to an end
  then I'll come back and try it again, yeah

  one Saturday night I took a look at the Earth
  for the very last time since my very last birth