Who would have thought that we’d have this day (after all the time we’ve squandered and lost)

as stage 4 slowly takes you away

in each of your belongings that i rummage through, its that one thing that seems brand new

photo albums long come unglued, me – sharing, you; I loose in this battle too, pathetic but true.

Posters of us from way back then still stick to you wall bearing witness to all.  love and passion of drummer and dancer easily did blend

i give my heart anew to make this transition so burdensome for you

So strike up the band and wave your hand (El Maestro!)

As we dance away upon our cloud. never again to be without you