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)