Some people die and then they die again
every time they lose a precious friend.
Some people never ever lose their heads.
They just blind them with their dreams instead.
Some people try to make the moments last
then they hammer them into the past.
Some people try to cry when they go broke,
though I know they know it’s all a joke.
Some will try to deny the very fact
that they’ve got strapped across their backs.
And some don’t care if I or anyone
should shatter with the setting of the sun.
And the angels of the distant hills
have no use for hundred dollar bills.
And you may say I’m just a stupid kid
but you didn’t see those angels and I did.