Bobby drove into the bottom of the hill, so still
Same way his mother checked out only weeks before
Bobby, be well
I don't know what time will tell of you
Future casts a strange gloom
I watched your vanishing plans, so grand
I wanted them all for you
Bobby, it's true
Bobby, be well
I don't know what time will tell of you
Future casts a strange gloom
Bobby, be well
I don't know what time will tell of you
Future casts a strange gloom
If you come to, I will bring you into focus
If you come to, I will bear you up
If you come to, I will proclaim your resurrection
If you come to, I will bear you up
Though you know so little 'bout me