No day but today
Full of prices to pay
A dream that was dreamt
A message well meant
A future for those
Who own little clothes
And know how precious each day is.
When there's rent to be paid
And moments to be made
Because our clocks can run out any day
We are reminded to live in everyway
Because we're the lucky one's
We're the lucky ones
We're the lucky ones.
RIP Jonathan Larson (died January 25th, 1996)
