I started writing your death song
Long before you were gone
You could've had a life
Not under my pen
Eyes turned to ice, when pulse was slowed
Eyes turned to tears, when we drew close
Like the trees that protect the fall
When mother is gone
I wanted to put on your favourite song
A gift still sealed, thirty years on
You showed me, middle C
And how you wept inside
Crying like a cold apple, cries
I held the elevator for your soul (ooh-ooh)
It give your body back, when you go
The Gurney wheel screamed all down the hall
Just like a seagull screaming down the hall
The medium said, you were sticking around halfway
To make sure my boy was okay
Which the roots?
Which the tree?
Which the pined?
Which the lily?
Cast them to the wind (ooh-ooh)
And ride the wind, ride the wind, ride (ooh-ooh)
Cast them to the wind and ride the wind, with the wind
You'll ride
