If death is an adventure
Life is the preparation.
We prepare to die, but we try to prevent it
To prevent the end is nearly impossible
But just one more candle that has to be lit
To die is to live
And to live is to die.
Gray hair and crinkled skin
Showing that the end is near
So we turn up the music and drink beer

We drink until we forget the preparation
We drink to forget the end
Mid-life crisis creeping up the older you get
You can't leave at the last bit.
Death is something we don't understand
Though we try so hard to.

You see, the thing is
Only the dead know what happens when you're dead
And that seems to bother us the most
We don't know if we fade to dust
Or if we go somewhere great

At the end we are all headstones with a name
That has been long forgotten
Tears shed that are now rotten

But the biggest problem is:
Only dead people know what happens when you die
And that is the hardest part of a good-bye