Funeral Masses

Dearly beloved,
We're gathered here to mourn,
The death of the young one
The death of your first born
And he tried, tried to understand
Why his lungs gave out
His last dying words went out

And is it enough for your family
And Is it enough for your father
But is it enough to break your spirits

And he's breaking
Like a thousand windows
But these are the panes
That keeps the glass from hitting the floor

Hes the kinda guy
You wish would just leave
He wears his heart
On his sleeve
You won't see in pictures
With the whole family
He doesn't wait he just goes
Out of control he broke a cops nose
A letter can kill
Two stones with one bird

Please step back from that highway
Dont you see it goes my way
Please step back from that highway

If your number 8
Then he's number 9
It adds up
Half the time
A teller
With no fortune
But he lucked
Out just fine
I once was told that white gold
Looks so pretty on your skin
But jewlery which covers up
All the rusting within

Please step back from that highway
Dont you see it goes my way
Please step back from that highway

And is it enough for your family
And Is it enough for your father
But is it enought to break your spirit

Its kind of like the wind
You can't see it
But you feel it
And thats the only way
You know it's there
And how can you leave
A place you've never been too
Or run away from something that's not chasing
And never was

Please step back from that highway
dont you see it goes my way
Please step back from that highway