It always starts with a slow fade
The depart it happens in some fresh way
And I'll see it coming, so i'll know when
But i've seen a few now
And they come and go
And it's shocking less and less the more I know
But I guess in the end we all expire
But you were always there
So I never had to be scared
Never had to be aware
God made our bodies for throw away
And I find i'm commanding myself to stay
And my half-life
is drawing near
And the good times
Won't ever ne here
And I suppose I'm glad that you actually cared
I read the news today
I saw another had died
It didn't shock me so much
But it was quite a surprise
And there's a mounting suspicion of who is next
But we had a dream of a great utopian scene
Why was there only me?
God made our bodies for throw away
And I find i'm commanding myself to stay
And my half-life
is drawing near
And the good times
Won't ever ne here
And I suppose I'm glad that you actually cared
I think I'd like to go home.
credits
from Doing Well, I Hope,
released May 13, 2019
Lyrics, Accordion, Vox - Sam Inman
Piano, Keyboard - Max Griffey
Bass, Backups - Zoe Blackwell
Drums, Backups - Michael Sauffer
Hot Sax, Mixing & Recording - Jon Driver