We take the freeway down the hole
Following our instincts like fools follow gold
and then you see one, be one
always the same, never complain
that you're alright, all wrong
always the one in the forest
never could handle the city
we come from two different places.
and then we're gone.
gone, gone.
I just wanted to thank you for your condolences. It means a lot to me.
He's already missed. But I know he wouldn't want me sitting here bawling over him. He wasn't that guy. but he was my unsung hero. I just wish everyone I know could have met him.