Patrick's Song

I had a dream I was in schoolreading your autographpages of green in seventh gradenow like an epitaphalone in your roomwith an artist inside of youyou died way too soon,but I can still feel youwarm in a circle of friendshow have you all beenwe'd never die, just go through helland re-group againso button it downso the wind won1t blow it all awayand pass it aroundlike champagne on a holidaypass it aroundthere's a lot of that to go around