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.