It was a foggy Sunday morning...
the trees were bare, I was in the church
My momma was crying, dad gently held her hands.
I saw Lisa next to me, sobbing softly..
Only she and I knew, they were in love
Momma led the way to the casket...
There lay Jimmy, cold and lifeless
Tears rolled down my tired eyes,
I looked out of the window, it was like the world was mourning...
I was surrounded by his loved one's cries.
Lisa put her hands on my shoulders and her tears ran down my black sleeve...
She said " Please tell me it isn't Jimmy, I can't believe !"
The choir sang our favorite song...
the piano made us cry even more...
I whispered, Sweet Jesus! take care of him, the boy's just fifteen.

Ooooh oh...
its 10 am and I'm in a funeral
Ohhh oh...
Jimmy's never coming back..
Lisa's crying secretly, raining down her tears on me...
Oh Lord, give me peace.
Oooh oh...
I saw the poor boy yesterday, alive
Oooh ho...
I feel guilty for not saying goodbye.

The priest said Amen and they took his casket out..
his father was sadly holding...