Some people leave this place short of one-hundred
The headlines always say found dead
A moment of silence standing at the place where their vacant body now rests
Please don't stress
I don't know what to say
We let the years get away
I don't know what to say
Now that you're gone
I don't know what to say
Everything has changed
I don't know what to say
It's all about to break
Some people leave this place short of one-hundred
The headlines always say found dead
A moment of silence standing at the place where their vacant body now rests
Please don't stress
Another round to give your love to the ones that thrive at this place you left
Life ever last
I listen to you whistle a tune
Our home still echoes of your heart and of your soul
I can still hear your voice
It never leaves me
This house of john is open to all
That calls themselves family
So, pray, live, laugh, and love