On To The Next

Someone said it was suicide

His empty chair is all we see

Not that anyone knew him well

But he sat behind me



Now they come with the questioning

Now they're so sincere

Do you remember anything

That he said to you here?



If you get close against the window

You can feel it closer

A trace of a breeze that makes it through

I remember you said

It's almost enough that you could breath it

If you had to that's what I remember most of you



You can hear a pencil drop

And the fluorescent lights

Lean forward and keep your answers

Out of sight



If you're stuck on a tricky one

If the question's too complex

Don't try too figure it out, they say

Just move on to the next



Who's to blame for a high-school suicide?

Ooh, they claim it's the best years of our lives