Something Following Me - Procol Harum

While standing at the junction on 42nd Street

I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet

I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down

The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground

Imagine my surprise, thought I’d left it at home

But there’s no doubt about it, it’s my own tombstone

I went into a shop and bought a loaf of bread

I sunk my teeth into it, thought I’d bust my head

I dashed to the dentist, 'Hey, I’ve got an awful pain'

The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane'

Imagine my surprise, thought I’d left it at home

But there’s a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone

I went in to see a movie, got the only empty seat

I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet

Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see

A slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me

Imagine my surprise, thought I’d left it at home

But there’s no doubt I’m sitting on my own tombstone