Patrick's Song

I had a dream, I was in school

Reading your autograph, pages of green

In seventh grade, now like an epitaph

Alone in your room

With an artist inside of you

You died way too soon

But I still can feel you, in a circle of friends

How have you all been? We'd never die

Just go through hell and we group again

So button it down

So the wind won't blow it all away

And pass it around, like champagne on a holiday

And pass it around

There's a lot of that to go around