p.s. you rock my world
I was at a funeral the day i realised
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half mast
And i was thinkin’ ‘bout how everyone was dying
And maybe it is time to live
I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what we’ll do
Walked into the thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
Who didn’t give me all my change
But it didn’t bother me this time
‘cause i know i only got this moment
And it’s good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car
I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what we’ll do
Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live
