Nine Years Gone

I remember the day
Fortune took you away
Still not real in my head
You're not meant to be dead
Much too young, it's so cruel
So much still left to do
So much joy in your heart
It still tears me apart

Nine years gone, we move on
But you're
Missed like hell, fare you well
My friend

I had no way to know
When we met at the show
That's the last time I'd see
You out living and free
You told Sar "Frank Black's great"
It was Frank Turner mate
It's not important now
But it still makes me howl

Nine years gone, we move on
I still
Raise my glass, Wrongbow class
My friend

So I'm thinking of you
While I'm drinking a brew
Spanish Psycho with gun
Spanish red wine and sun
Sometimes life is a bitch
Takes the good leaves the shit
And it's brought home to me
We can't choose when we leave

Nine years gone, we move on
But you're
Missed like hell, fare you well
My friend

Nine years gone, we move on
I still
Raise my glass, Wrongbow class
My friend