I was this close To getting what I need the most Then the phone rang Arrangements already began ♪ It's nearly been a year You don't have to mourn anymore You can let go but I'm not so sure The ones that you held dear These aren't your friends anymore You can move pass like you've done before ♪ Who am I to say Decisions that you made turned out to be okay? The ones that blaze the trail Merely trekkеd along parallel They're ambitious but afraid to fail Initials in thе pavement Chisel off and save them or forget Who am I to say Decisions that you made turned out to be okay? This is a courtesy This is a courtesy reminder To save a seat in case you die first This is a courtesy reminder To save a seat in case you die first This is a courtesy reminder That our survival set on timers And though "to die for" is just figure of speech What we live for is always out of reach If it's man-made how is it sacred? It's all man-made Nothing is sacred ♪ (Hey Joe, I'm out here in front of a Boy Scouts of America. There's a bunch of hillbillies in pick-up trucks. Not sure what it is they're doing they look a little old to be boy scouts. Anyway, uh, when you get this message give me a holla!)