Play Bob Marley At My Funeral

verse:
it was probably 55 in a 35 on a cold december night
speed racer mini-van style
almost home, just another half a mile
he never saw it coming, and neither did we
a senseless tragedy
how can a life still worth the living fade into a memory

chorus:
we don't know why, we don't know when
in our perfect world things like this don't happen
foresight's never 20/20
you're always somebody else's somebody
we don't know when, we don't know why
the one thing i know is whenever it's the end of my time
play bob marley at my funeral

verse:
well he's probably laughing now as he's staring down
at his friends and family gathered round
tears on the cheeks of all his buds
and all the pretty girls he's ever loved
people filled the chairs and pews in droves
he'll forever be our bro
in celebration of one of the greatest stories ever told

*This song was written in loving memory of Thomas Elliot Douglas Whitefield who fell victim to a fatal car accident in the early morning of December 21, 2003. He was an amazing friend, brother, son, role model, and person to many, and his greatness will always be remembered.