the ones who come back can tell stories of places so wide and so warm and i ve never wanted so badly to be gone and when i was young i learned martin luther he nailed the words to the wall but i never met that person we sang for i never asked who he was all the machines are still spinning late in the night while i sleep my grandma knows where she s going and me i have no idea i met a man who told stories of leaving the bad for the good on a street corner where he least expected he heard god and i gave my body to science and i felt the push the pull and i close my eyes in defiance and i won all the machines are still spinning late in the night while i sleep my grandma knows where she s going and me i have no idea i am not writing these things to be difficult i am just trying to find what i m searching for i am not writing these things to be difficult i am just giving them up as an offering how could you it be so easy for you and so hard for me the ones who woke her in the morning found her body so frail and so worn and all along she knew her maker was calling her home all the machines are still spinning late in the night while i sleep my grandma knows where she s going and me i have no idea