I am going to a party
But for what I do not know
Perhaps a friend is getting older
Or feels it's time to go
But I am going to a party
Nonetheless
And I hope that i will find
Good friends, good talk, good wine, and good thoughts

I now approach the door
With a gift box in my hand
And I begin to realize
Exactly where I am
Marble floors are painted
With dew drop pews, blacks, and navy blues
The preacher barks the same old tune
of "Dust to Dust"
"He's gone too soon"

So naturally, with me being me,
In my green button down
And carpenter's jeans
I spin to leave, but let out a squeak

Everybody turns to see
The fool with the present
Who seems to have passed
Right by without knowing
What he walked into would be

What would you do?
Because my reaction can't be beat
I quite simply dropped the box
And ran down the street