Burial Song

You were like a king
A king of the queerest round table ever sat
But a king
And when you fell
And you did fall
It was like a color went out of the world
You weren't very good
But you were a kind of great
And you brought a kind of law
To your strange little tribe

You are not a god no no no
But you might have died for
All our youthful sins
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a star no no no
But you might have led us
Out of the desert
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a god no no
But you might have made us
In your own image
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a star no no no
But you might have led us
Out of the desert
Don't let it get to your head

Could you have gone another way
Sometimes you feel like clearest view of fate I've had
What would you have even been like
I try to imagine you 34 your madness tamed to a glow
Where are you? Who do you love? What are you doing?
Is it impossible to imagine
Because it's been so long?
Or is it because
It was never going to

You are not a god no no no
But you might have died for
All our youthful sins
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a star no no no
But you might have led us
Out of the desert
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a god no no
But you might have made us
In your own image
Don't let it get to your head
You are not a star no no no
But you might have led us
Out of the desert
Don't let it get to your head

You aren't a star
You aren't a god
You are barely even here
You aren't a star
You aren't a god
You are barely even alive
When you were here when you were ours
God you were something
And after all is said and done
That's still something

Goodbye old friend this is your burial song
It's not the first but with some luck it'll be the last
We'll sing it once and then inter it with the rest of you
But if you should want to shake the dirt off
And try for one more testament
Do me a favor and leave me out of it

Do me a favor and leave me out of it