All Surprises

Quiet, all the dead are in heaven
Heaven waits for dying

Quiet, all your prayers end in anger
Must be something there

Your fortune is the rain and is the blue
Nobody wants to worry you

Set me inside a leaf curled 'round at the edges
And push me into the current
And sail me into the river
Away to all surprises

My fortune is the wind upon the sea
Nobody wants to worry me