Everyone that I ever knew was crammed into a little building with a concrete floor. Dimly lit it smelled of stale smoke and friends Were choking back the tears that they had come there for. And I was in a little jar upon the stage. Where all my records and guitars were neatly placed. Left of the tables of food, sat two girls I could not recall speaking to And one told the other, "Don't cry, we still have three of the others, it will be alright" And I was hovering overhead taking it in. I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin. And there were a number of speeches where people said what they didn't want me to know. Telling all types of secrets, I wish I would have had a clue five days ago. It would've been quite a surprise to look them dead in the eyes, and say Well it was a lovely affair, people cared more than I had ever though they would. Some kids stole what was left of the booze. The cleanup crew worked as hard as they thought they should. And I was in a little jar up on the stage. I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin.