You could share your skeletons with casual observersnand you could be best friends nwith the vagrants and the searchers,nyour tender heart was heavy, it was weighing on your soul,nthe two battled out inside you: neither one could have control.nnI remember when your rabbit died you put it in the freezer,nmade an ornamental coffin nwith the shoebox from your sneakers,nwent down to help the people of the flood in New Orleans,nyou was living, you were giving,nyou were the first one on the scene.nnLone Rose, used to call me the High Plains Drifter,nLone Rose, I'll take a lonely ride,nLone Rose, couldn't help but crying, heard about you dying,nleast I know it wasn't suicide, n'cause I know you didn't want to die.nnAlthough you fell out of a window just about a year ago,nsome say it was intentional but no one really knows,nI'm waiting on the subway, a rat runs across my shoe,nthere's a woman on the platform over, looks almost like you.nnLone Rose, used to call me the Rollin' Rambler,nLone Rose, I'll take the lonely ride,nLone Rose, couldn't help but crying, heard about you dying,nleast I know it wasn't suicide: nI know you kinda didn't want to die.nnYou left behind a couple letters you never sent to me:nI kept switching my address so you just let it be.nDon't need to ask the coroner to find out what had happened,nwas the stupid deadly mixture of cocaine and heroin.nnLone Rose, used to call me the High Plains Drifter,nLone Rose, I'll take the lonely ride,nLone Rose, couldn't help the crying, heard about you dying,nleast I know it wasn't suicide, n'cause I know you didn't want to die.nnSaw you passing by the Edwardian hotel,nin a soaking wet pink parka, you still looked hot as hell,ndidn't care about the rain, you said:nLet it soak me to my bones!nnAs it started once again you went to splash it off alone