I had a dream I was in school Reading your autograph Pages of green in seventh grade Now like an epitaph alone in your room With an artist inside of you You died way too soon, But I can still feel you warm in a circle of friends How have you all been We'd never die, just go through hell and re-group again So button it down, so the wind won't blow it all away And pass it around Like champagne on a holiday Pass it around There's a lot of that to go around
