My Life In The Funeral Service

In a photo from so long ago
 Laughing with head back and eyes almost closed
 He's always almost 22 forever
 I'll start the car
 They'll put flowers on the grave
 Over and over and after a while quietly we'll drive away
 (Oh) over and over
 It's the same thing day after day
 Only the names and the faces will change
 The meaning gets so far away
 I'll start the car (bring what?)
 They'll put flowers on the grave
 Over and over and after a while quietly we'll drive away
 (Oh) over and over
 And I should say something profound
 Something out loud, something to help
 But I can't say nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now
 Nothing comes to me now