Jim Thornton

He thought about it for a while,

And figured he'd give it a try,

He called 'em on the phone,

To let 'em know,

It buzzed around from ear to ear,

If you knew him you couldn't help but hear,

Wouldn't miss it for the world, you had to go,

The news was out, the mood was slow.

They came from all over the place,

To see the changes in his face,

The lines they creep in slow,

But how they grow,

And funny how, your face to you,

Is nothing old, or young, or new,

Someone else the time can throw itself.

Let it pass me by, and I,

Won't see the beauty in these things,

But just to try,

To comprehend,

Can help with more,

Than just the end.

Mixing humor with distress,

He put the standards all to test,

The lucky we, who got to see,

To some this may be nothing knew,

But oh, the plane ride I went through.

Let it pass me by, and I,

Won't see the beauty in these things,

But just to try,

To comprehend,

Can help with more,

Than just the end.

And when he went,

There's no telling how many different things it meant,

And when I go,

If there was something better out there then I hope,

That I don't need to know.

Let it pass you by, and you,

Won't see the beauty in these things,

But just to try,

To comprehend,

Can help with more,

Than just the end.