People Are Talking

People are talking people will talk
When they got nothin' new to say
Tell them I'm dying tell them I'm dead
Tell them I'm simply gone away

Won't you remember me my good friend
I tell them nothings really changed
I will remember you to the end
Only the end is rearranged

Are we pretending to know more than nothin'
Are we supposing what we know to be true
We die every day that we live in
And we live every day that they do

People are talking people must talk
When they got nothin' new to say
Well tell them I'm trying tell them I'm trying
Tell them I simply could not stay

Tell them I'm lying in my feather bed
Staring at my broken feet of clay
Tell them I'm dying tell them I'm dead
Tell them I'm simply gone away