Patrick's Song

I had a dream, I was in school

Reading your autograph, pages of green

In seventh grade, now like an epitaphAlone in your room

With an artist inside of you

You died way too soonBut I still can feel you, in a circle of friends

How have you all been? We'd never die

Just go through hell and we group againSo button it down

So the wind won't blow it all away

And pass it around, like champagne on a holidayAnd pass it around

There's a lot of that to go around