Less of a story
More your interior exposure
Yet still about the closure
Of a life taken too soon
A life taken way too soon
Not yet in heaven
Or in the overcast grey skies
Not counting to seven
Nor riding on the fairground rides
Play it again Sam
Think once more of Cypress Avenue
Those notes of sweet perfumes
Tunes that drift on by
Tunes that slowly drift on by
On those days of happenstance
Where fate alone could take its chance
Of those days on which to say goodbye
Wondering why you had to die
