P.S. You Rock My World

I was at a funeral the day I realized:

I wanted to spend my life with you.

Sitting down on the steps

at the old post office,

The flag was flying at half-mast.

And I was thinkin' 'bout how everyone is dying,

And maybe its time to live.



I don't know where we're going,

I don't know what we'll do.



Walked into the Thrifty,

Saw a man with the hollow eyes

who didn't give me all my change.

But it didn't bother me this time

'cause I know I've only got

this moment,

And it's good.

I went to the gas station

Old woman honked her horn,

Waiting for me to fix her car.



I don't know where we're going,

I don't know what we'll do.



Laying in bed tonight I was thinking,

and listening to all the dogs,

and the sirens, and the shots.

And how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets,

While a happy man takes a walk.



And maybe it's time to live.