We never saw her again
We only heard the things the TV said
"Some night, some time, some friend."
We never saw him again
We only saw his words and how they'd bend
"That night, those drinks, that dress..."
So, people began asking around
But, all the wrong questions
Like, where and when and how?
Instead of asking why
He called himself a friend
He must have known that soon his borrowed time would end
The way it always does
We never saw them again
We only saw the bright, young lives that they left for dead, not to be spent
We never saw them again
And still, some people ask around
But, never the right questions
Except for maybe, "How could all of us just watch?
And then sit back and pretend like nothing ever happened, until it happens again?"
Until it happens again