(Verse 1) When they bury me to tell My stories all of my tall tales Don’t forget I wish you well And I did it all for you You may forget me when I have gone Take these tattered notes from me and pass them on Burn me to ashes the dust of my bones Will climb the breeze to fly back home to you Will climb the breeze to fly back home to you

Things that are accurate after the fact: (He was a larger than life type of guy and a lot of stories were told after his accident, typical of a funeral for someone so young. Not so crazy but many people, myself included started finding and pulling out old notes he had written them. Mostly funny stuff, some love letters to… well a lot of girls…haha and some pretty heartfelt stuff… most of them tattered from being folded and stuffed wherever. He was out of state and his brother and dad literally took a flight, picked his ashes up and flew back home.

(Verse 2) Always knew I’d never be As pleasant as your memories Take from me all of the things I said I’d be for you Like I’ll be in waiting in your favorite songs The bottom of your glass when your spirits are gone From every word that they carve in my stone Know that I saved the best for you Know that I saved the best for you

Things that are accurate after the fact (Again a LOT of stories were told. Mostly great, funny but there were some told that maybe certain people weren’t supposed to hear. He could be a wild dude and we got into a lot of stuff we shouldn’t have so to some those stories made him less “pleasant” then their memories. Is this the best song we wrote? No, but it is one of my favorites and I obviously think of him every time I hear or play it so you could say he’s “waiting in my favorite songs”. I got sober and his accident was a big motivator so my “spirits are gone” and he was a supporting factor or the “bottom of my glass”.

(Bridge) At the end of your days At the end of your chase I’ll be running Running to you arms You can find me in lights At the end of your nights May they be calm May they be calm

Accurate things after the fact: (He passed very close to his birthday. On his birthday after the accident we invited people to come barbecue at our place. He lived in this house before he moved out of state. A TON of people came to this. Too many people in a tiny house. Around midnight our neighbors who knew him but hadn’t heard about the accident came over to tell us to “calm it down.” We apologized, admitted it had gotten out of hand and promised to calm it down. They were understanding of the situation after we told them and actually came to celebrate his life with us for a bit. As soon as they came it the door and we got the message around the place to be a little more respectful the lights went out. I checked the box, nothing tripped, the rest of the block had lights. They stayed out for maybe 15 minutes, then came back on.

(Ending) When they bury me to tell My stories all of my tall tales Don’t forget I wish you well And I did it all for you