Everyone that I ever knew was crammed into a little building with a concrete floor.
Dimly lit it smelled of stale smoke and friends
Were choking back the tears that they had come there for.
And I was in a little jar upon the stage.
Where all my records and guitars were neatly placed.
Left of the tables of food, sat two girls I could not recall speaking to
And one told the other,
"Don't cry, we still have three of the others, it will be alright"
And I was hovering overhead taking it in.
I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin.
And there were a number of speeches where people said what they didn't want me to know.
Telling all types of secrets, I wish I would have had a clue five days ago.
It would've been quite a surprise to look them dead in the eyes, and say
Well it was a lovely affair, people cared more than I had ever though they would.
Some kids stole what was left of the booze.
The cleanup crew worked as hard as they thought they should.
And I was in a little jar up on the stage.
I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin.
