Oh, Ha Ha

10,000 miles
And not a drop to drink
Traveling like a worried man
Who's lost beyond his feet

I never did notice
You're not singing here anymore
I wanted to notice
I'd of beaten you to the door

Oh, Ha Ha
You've got a funny way of showing that you're gone

I wonder who's watching
Who's waiting for the end
I wonder who's drowning
In spite of all this land

I never did notice
Too busy ringing this bell
I wanted to notice
If we were paving over hell

Oh, Ha Ha
You've got a funny way of showing that you're gone

Too many underpasses,
Not enough light
Too many backward glances,
No, I don't want to fight
Too many scripted lines
Not enough breath
Too many broken promises
Not enough breath

Oh, Ha Ha
You've got a funny way of showing that you're gone

(I wrote this song about the loss of friendship. I think it's so common, and in some cases, over done, to write about the loss of romantic love. As a man who cherishes his close friend's dearly, it's very devastating to me to lose one. There is also a selfish element to the song, where I admit that, were I to know this friend would go away, I'd have beaten him to it long ago.)