I read her death notice today
By chance caught a glimpse of her name on a back page
Sandwiched between a textile worker
And the daughter of a wealthy man

I read her death notice today
I stared at the face on the page
She's too young. It's not true. Must be wrong. No it's true.
Oh, dear God. I'm confused 'cause it's old news

Her maiden name was
I can't pronounce it.
She left behind two daughters and an architect.
You can check.

We were friends
To the bitter end.
We were friends
Can't believe I won't see you again.

I read her death notice today
Of those that attended the grave
The eulogy read there was quite beyond compare
I read her her death notice today

For those that must carry the weight
For all those awaiting their date with their maker
A man of God gave his own reasons
Why mere mortals cannot comprehend

Pass the gin
We were friends
To the bitter end
We were friends
Can't believe I won't see you again
Can't believe I won't see you, my friend
You would laugh at it all in the end

Words and music by Hector Saldana and David Saldana. Copyright 2007.


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