Obituarty for a fugitive

Obituary for a Fugitive (M. McDonald)



The wind wipes the traces off the road

And only flowers remain

The dust oh the dust it just comes and goes

But it gets in your eyes all the same

Sometimes one can't walk the road alone

You see a million faces by and by

Some memories fade away, others are put to stone

Like the foundation of the reality they defy



Looks like two more footprints disappeared

Life and death are really weird



This is the story of my old friend Fred

At least the part that ain't been told

He used to be alive but now he's dead

And his deed is gonna be with me 'til I'm old

No ambition, no incentive, no opinion

He had nothing but himself

To me he was no hero to himself he wasn't either

He had a problem but he didn't want no help



He didn't tell no one he just painted his picture

All across his bedroom wall

He didn't even stick around to hear anybody's lectures

What a shitty way to end it all