Meeting Mark the day before
The day before the deed
Rumbling, stumbling, mumbling down
New York city streets

Incoherent at his worst
Troubled mind at best
Freak spew in the front pew
Who ever would have guessed

That the cold winter days of December
After a week would end in a permanent freeze
Where the world would all see first hand
The chilliest degree of insanity

As shots echoed out between buildings
Building on the end of a dream
It's not only John he was killing
But all of humanity so it seems

The day slipped away from the living
Along with giving peace a chance
Hello, goodbye John Lennon
The day that he and Mark met