Miles and depressing miles of tombstones and flower shops.
And I'm never expected to take this lonely road to you.
Now I'm saying goodbye the right way, like flowers on a grave.
We set them on fire, to put air in your tires.
Now you're with your best friends who came and went.
Boy, you're in heaven.
At your old house, everything's still in place.
It's almost like you're there.
And somehow you'd walk in if just for a second.
So now we're saying goodbye the right way, like flowers on a grave.
We set them on fire, to put air in your tires.
Now you're with your best friends who came and went.
Boy, you're in heaven.
Saying goodbye the right way, like flowers on a grave.
We set them on fire, to put air in your tires.
Now you're with your best friends who came and went.
Boy, you're in heaven.
Boy, you're in heaven.
Boy, you're in heaven.