"His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!' "
Lyrics:
They'd hooked you up to a fentanyl drip
to mitigate the pain a little bit
I flew in from Pennsylvania
when I heard the hour was coming fast
And I docked in San Barbara, tried to brace myself
You can't brace yourself when the time comes
You just have to roll with the blast
And I'm an eighteen-wheeler headed down the interstate
And my brakes are going to give
And I won't know till it's too late
Tires screaming when I lose control
Try not to hurt too many people when I roll
Find the harbor freeway and head south
Real tired, head kind of light
I found Telegraph Road
I'd only seen the name on envelopes
Found the parking lot and turned right
I felt all the details carving out space in my head
Tropicanas on the walk way, neon red
Between the pain and the pills trying to hold it at bay
stands a traveler going far away
And I am an airplane tumbling wing over wing
Trying to listen to my instruments
They don't say anything
People screaming when the engines quit
I hope we're all in crash position when we hit
And then came to your bedside and as it turns out I'm not ready
and, as though you were speaking through a thick haze, you said hello to me
We all stood there around you, happy to hear you speak
The last of something bright burning
Still burning beyond the cancer and the chemotherapy
And you were a presence full of light upon this earth
And I am a witness to your life and to it's worth
It's three days later when I get the call
And there's nobody around to break my fall
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