Is that the way that I will go?
|I’ve never seen a sadder sight
than what I saw today.
A hearse was slowly driving by,
someone had passed away.
I know that it’s a common scene,
you see it all the time.
People up and die each day,
some even in their prime.
But the saddest thing about this one,
that hearse that moved so slow,
was the lonely car that trailed behind.
That made me feel so low.
Is that the full extent of it?
Just one carful to mourn?
I never in my life have seen
a procession so forlorn.
Did no one love this lonely soul,
no family and no friends?
There’s only but just one or two
to see him to his end?
Is that the way that I will go,
no one to say goodbye?
No one to say they’ll miss me so?
Would no one even cry?
I couldn’t let it go like this;
I drove right up behind.
I’d add my car to make it two.
Sometimes I can be kind.
I must admit I was surprised,
it didn’t occur to me.
When the hearse stopped at a traffic light
it was empty, I could see.
It wasn’t a procession at all,
Just an empty coffin van.
No one was lying inside there,
neither woman, child nor man.
I don’t know just when I'll die,
but don’t mourn me for my sake.
Don’t plan on any funeral mass,
memorial or wake.
I don’t want a limousine
or fancy oaken bed.
I won’t need any satin box,
when, man, you know I’m dead.
Just put my ashes in a jar
and store it on a shelf.
Then set my photo next to it
where I can see myself.
Then you can’t forget me, dear,
you’ll know just where I lie.
And maybe you will miss me too,
and some days you may cry.