He wasn't famous but I sure did love him
I got his picture in a little frame
He lost his life to a big disease
Before it even had a name But there's so many more and I've lost count
The hows and whys aren't important now
All that matters is they came around
And brightened up our lives She was twenty one with her life ahead
You don't need to know her name
She breathed her last on the cold stone floor
Of a Hollywood arcade But fates right hand isn't always just
Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
She was just a little girl, ain't that enough
To rage against the day? And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who get to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away He shone so bright with a lust for life
Like the Sun King that he was
His passions hung upon his walls
And were printed onto cloth And for reasons I never understood
About the choices made between the bad and good
I've tried to figure out
Why the pain never goes away And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who get to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away And there's marble markers and little white crosses
Along the beaten path
And I've spread their ashes on the wind
And I miss John Lennon's laugh And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose? And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, all the colors run when the rain falls
And blues never fade away