In a photo from so long agonLaughing with head back and eyes almost closednHe's always almost twenty twonForevernnI'll start the carnThey'll put flowers on the grave, over and overnAnd after a while quietly we'll drive awaynnIt's the same thing day after daynOnly the names and the faces will changenThe meaning gets so far awaynnBut I'll start the carnThey'll put flowers on the grave, over and overnAnd after a while quietly we'll drive awaynnAnd I should say something profoundnSomething out loud, something to help but I can't saynNothing comes to me nownnNothing comes to me now