It was a Tuesday night by the side of the stage. What was he thinking? They would eat the band alive.
Hindsight, retelling Of the facts we were blind to As it came to pass
At the cemetery yesterday As I placed my flowers And cleared the leaves Blown against your stone Trapped by old arrangements I realized looking at the dates You've been gone now Longer than you were alive for And I feel a little part of me die In that realization -Kel Dayheart