Everyone that I ever knew    Was crammed into a little building with a concrete floor   Dimly lit, it smelled of stale smoke   And friends were choking back the tears that they had come there for      And I was in a little jar upon the stage   Where all my records and guitars were neatly placed         Left of the tables of food    Sat two girls I could not recall speaking to   And one told the other “Don’t cry,    We still have three of the others it will be alright”      And I was hovering overhead, taking it in   I could not believe he’s dead; he was just beginning to begin      And there were a number of speeches    Where people said what they didn’t want me to know   Telling all types of secrets    I wish I would have had a clue five days ago      It would have been quite a surprise    For me to look them dead in the eyes, and say:   “Well, it was a lovely affair    People cared more than I had ever thought they would.”       Some kids stole what was left of the booze,    The cleanup crew worked as hard as they thought they should    And I was in a little jar upon the stage.      I could not believe he’s dead; he was just beginning to begin