Of course all our friends are dying away Old age sneaks up on us, ghosting us in turn: Yevgeny, Jimmy, Dusty, Judith, Rod, and we Who blessed each other in our happy youth
But I tell you we have a duty to sing our songs Our perhaps artless lines lost long ago Except that they’re not: we gave them to God And He joined them to Creation for all of us
Of course all our friends are dying away Except that they’re not See you in Margaritaville