The last week

The last week Read about life In a magazine Didn't say nothing About death Over fifty pages Full colors Big print It made me feel How it is not to think And then I came home To my fathers last week Left the magazine In the taxi Paid the driver His fee Played a tune in my head Played it by the way Once your gone Your gone Life by the way Sent a message In a song To all that can hear Got an answer In a box Its nice But not clear And then I came home To my fathers last week Left the magazine In the taxi Paid the driver His fee Played a tune in my head Played it by the way Once your gone Your gone Life by the way