I remember when we said goodbye,   I didn’t know it would be the last time I’d see you alive,   I never had your fear of death,   But a certain fear of what I don’t expect      And I do see what’s in front of me,   Now I ask myself the same old things,   What could I have done?   What could I have said?   Before I read in the paper that you were dead      You never liked the things I had to say,   Now every ideology has melted away,   As I sing this song again and again and again,   All of the meaning has jumped to its end      And I do see what’s in front of me,   And I ask myself the same old things,   What could I have done?   What could I have said?   Before I read in the paper that you were dead      There are skeletons in the closet,   And there are roaches in the kitchen sink,   And I can’t go back to that house,   There are too many memories there left for me      And I do see what was in front of me,   And I ask myself the same old things,   What could I have done?   What could I have said?   Before I read in the paper that you were dead,   You were dead