Our friends all dressed so smartly This feels oddly, so wrong. A wood box held aloft Those guys must be so strong. J's voice sounding so grave Tells me out straight "He's gone" That's all, A short phone call, It's over now. Tie your conscience down With heavy heads and frowns. Running up the walls. Sick, stressed and all regretful Of what life could have been. Tired, stretched and thin. Keep it in. You're rolling off the rails. Light signal fails. Amber's tail; Of compensation claims, Screeching breaks and Loud crashing sounds. It's over now. Tie your conscience down With heavy heads and frowns. Our friends all dressed so smartly This feel oddly, so wrong. A wood box held aloft Those guys must be so strong. J's voice sounding so grave Tells me out straight "He's gone" So I'll try to move on But he's helped shape The man that I am now.