YOU ALWAYS WERE THE FIRST TO GO

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

The blackbird know and the crow she fly,

the hawk will war and the dove will sigh

and if there's anything up there oh-so high,

let us know, let us know.

The robin sing and the magpie lie,

the chicken scratch and the eagle cry

and if there's anything up there way-way high,

let us know, let us know.

You always were the first,

you always were the first to go.

    You're floating in the sunlight in the room,

    they're going through your shit and playing tunes.

    You always were the first one, anyway,

    you always were the first one, anyway,

    you always were the first one, anyway.

    You're floating in the sunlight in the room,

    they're going through your shit and playing tunes.

    You always were the first one, anyway,

    you always were the first one, anyway,

    you always were the first one, anyway.

With your English teeth and your New York lip,

about all the hype, you didn't give a shit,

just a beat-up Strat and a big-ole hit of love, from above.

I walked out of your wake under an acid sky,

that blackbird flew right by my eye,

he laughed, and said come on man, let's jam and get high,

let's go, to the show.

You always were the first,

you always were the first,

you always were the first to go.

                                Copyright 2001. Timothy Brickley and David Rheins.