somehow.

Obviously, these are my thoughts on the death of the "Greatest Performer To Walk The Earth."

Planes crash into the pentagon,

And greyhound buses on the lawn,

And trains come out of the subways,

But no one rides those anyways.

 

There is a sourness thats out,

A certain crispiness about.

Some eerie thing is happened here.

And now the people die, because their ears.

But look at all the broken hearts,

I guess it ends just as fast as it starts.

The tears are flowing.

No ones knowing

Just whats going on.

His soul is moving on now,

But all else still lives on, somehow.

 

The ice cream cones begin to melt,

And all the small children cry.

The world itself might as well have died.

Good grief, if any grief be spread from here to anywhere,

And the winds starts to blow through our hair.

And ferris wheels start up again,

And all the women kiss their men,

And all the leaves turn back to green,

And, all the things I've ever seen...

But I know why.

 

His souls is moving on now,

But all else still lives on somehow.