I started writing your death song Long before you were gone You could've had a life Not under my pen ♪ Eyes turned to ice, when pulse was slowed Eyes turned to tears, when we drew close Like the trees that protect the fall When mother is gone ♪ I wanted to put on your favourite song A gift still sealed, thirty years on ♪ You showed me, middle C And how you wept inside Crying like a cold apple, cries ♪ I held the elevator for your soul (ooh-ooh) It give your body back, when you go ♪ The Gurney wheel screamed all down the hall Just like a seagull screaming down the hall ♪ The medium said, you were sticking around halfway To make sure my boy was okay ♪ Which the roots? Which the tree? Which the pined? Which the lily? Cast them to the wind (ooh-ooh) And ride the wind, ride the wind, ride (ooh-ooh) Cast them to the wind and ride the wind, with the wind You'll ride