Song for Dead

Song for Dead

Music: Graham Guest & Moses Guest
Words: Graham Guest

I make my way through the sun to concentrate on everyone
Who’s gone away for good and won’t come back
You see that everywhere lately, young and old are come and gone
And someday soon it’s you ane me, you know

Take twenty-one and run for the wind dies down
And the mud beneath the snow can smell like time
And all our friends are stranded in the motel
What they’re doing, we can never tell

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

Hey you, forty-one, the puppet-maker’s son
He pulled the strings then cut the line on you
Much like nothing ever happened; never did, never will
Where’s the big band now, Buffalo Bill?

I wonder if you wake up just before you die
A goldfish inside a goldfish bowl
Buenos dias; Buenas noches
The black world is falling in on me

You said that we were close from far away
Said you’d take a train to Tupelo someday
But now you’re farther than a satellite can stray
Won’t you sing a song for dead

I don’t want to die, sleeping in the night
I don’t want to die, wasting my whole life