Today Davy Jones was cremated. At 66 years old he was the youngest Monkee, and the poster man for the kind teen idol..the one who never got arrested, never did drugs, never had a sex scandal or became fodder for TMZ...he did however, die too young. He left friends, family, and fans wondering what life will be like without Davy...I never met them, only through the television and through the radio, but for the last week I have felt like I have adopted Micky, Peter and Michael into my own musical family. And so, for them, I have written a little something from my heart.
When Can I Wake Up Again
When can I wake up again
From this nightmare that doesn't want to end
Why can't I go with you
Why have I lost my friend?
When can I wake up again?
Hear that friendly voice
Can anyone tell me
What happened to good-bye?
You were supposed to be here
Supposed to out live me
Now the only place I see you
Are in bittersweet memories
Do you know how much I loved you
Did you truly understand
That even though I never said it
You gave me more than anyone else can
I never got to till you
Just what you mean to me
So when can I wake up again
Just to see my friend
Your light is shines brighter now
Than the stars and sun can shine
You are where there is no more pain
But can you get rid of mine?
I love you now and forever
Til the end of time
I don't wanna wake up right now
In my dreams you are still alive
Go now sky jockey
The horses are saddled and ready to fly
My final words to you are this:
Good Ride Manchester Cowboy...Good Ride
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