He wasn't famous but I sure did love him I've got his picture in a little frame He lost his life to a big disease before it even had a name But there's so many more and I've lost count The hows and whys aren't important now All that matters is they came around And brightened up our lives
She was twenty one with her life ahead You don't need to know her name She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade But fate's right hand isn't always just Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust She was just a little girl ain't that enough To rage against the day
And how did we get so lucky? Targets on the rifle range Who makes the call and who gets to choose? Who gets to win and who gets to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues And blues never fade away Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls But blues never fade away
He shone so bright with a lust for life Like the Sun King that he was His passions hung upon his walls and were printed onto cloth And for reasons I never understood About the choices made between the bad and good I've tried to figure out but The pain never goes away
And there's marble markers and little white crosses Along the beaten path And I've spread their ashes on the wind And I miss John Lennon's laugh
