Goodby Mass

Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait Listening to the speakers they're talking about you Look at all the people all the people you know Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear I don't think you'd have liked it you would have made a joke You would have made it easier you'd say "tomorrow I'm smoke" Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come Some of them are famous and some are just like me Trying hard to listen trying hard to see Sitting in a hard chair it's over time to stand Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand It's your daughter saying thank you You, you would have made a joke "Isn't this something," you say, "tomorrow I'm smoke"