Sometimes livin' weighs heavy on your mind,
when pain and sorrow are all you seem to find.
Head out livin', wrap livin' 'round your head.
Might wind up thinkin' that you'd better off be dead.
Lauril, you got even. You shot a bullet through your heart.
And from this cold world you decided you would part.
But had your friends known, we would have tried to heal your wounds.
And maybe then, child, you wouldn't have had to go so soon.
Ruben, querido, why did you have to die so young?
In that book we were writing, it was only chapter one.
When I got the news, child, I said it fully broke my heart,
and left me weaping and stumbling through the dark.
Livin', dyin', it's all a breath within the wind,
And when you've only started, you have already reached the end.
Now you can cling so tightly, but fingers slip and then you fly.
And then there's no more living to weigh so heavy on your mind.