Frail Just like his life Just like his threats Blue Just like his cheeks, his tongue And his life, too. It all ended in the garage His threats weren't taken seriously His life was put in the hands of doom His tongue and face turned blue To be found by someone he knew Sad The way he went And the way he was found Devastating How the people who loved him are mourning And how these memories will never fade But lovely to know That he got what he wanted and ended up dancing with death And now he is much happier leaving us frail Just like his life was But more importantly, his threats.
Rest in piece, Grant Green. You had the best way of making things fun and I will always miss that. But you're deep in my heart, and you are not easy to forget. I love you.