Monday, June 19, 2006
I met a man today who wasn’t really here
I said how are you doing, He said I feel quite queer
I asked him what his name was, and he said I don’t know,
He said I saw this light, and just knew I had to go,
I asked him where he went to, he said all sorts of things
Saw lots of love and happiness, and people that had wings.
He said hang on a minute; I think my name was Fred,
But I can’t be here with you, because I think I’m dead.
I said my farewell to him, and wished him on his way
Its strange the things that happen, when the angels come to play.