Obituary For A Fugitive

The wind wipes the traces off the road
And only flowers remain
The dust, oh the dust it just comes and goes
Oh, 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, while others are put to stone
Like the foundations of the reality they defy
Looks like two more footprints disappeared
Oh, life and death ar really weird
This is the story 'bout my old frind Fred
At least the part that ain’t been told
He used to be alive, but now he’s dead
Well, but 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
Looks like two more footprints disappeared
Oh, life and death are really weird
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
Looks like two more footprints disappeared
Oh, life and death are really weird