Pallbearer Blues

Last time I saw you, you’d seen my name in the paper
Smy hand
Wished me luck
Said you had to go
But now it’s my turn to see your name in the paper
Said you were leavin'
But how was I supposed to know
You always did do things first
Oh, I guess this is no acception
It’s the direction we all take, in time
Ever since you were a kid
The world was never all that kind
But you always were
You always will be
A friend of mine