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 it's 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