hold your glass high brothers and sisters as we drink to those we’ve left behind…
and i was the unknown hipster band whose cd you bought because you heard one lousy cover tune that made you smile. a friend told you about the way i sung an old favorite tune and you were intent on experiencing me. trouble is that you werent ready for the whole show…but neither was i…and so maybe that’s why we’re perfect together.
once i was the one who wrote about mystery and her lover and about julia and her tormented soul. once i promised you a world you had never seen and one that i knew didnt exist. once i believed in love without limits without pain and without definition, but now i’m just jeff. so what more do you want?
so i’ll just step outside and think this all over before i let it get to my head because i’m heavy with thoughts of the dead and the lofty highs that i’ve missed since the last time i said goodbye to the dearly departed.
