Very Bad News

Anna left early from Soho But still she got caught in the storm Due at 5:30, it’s quarter to ten She should never have driven alone Maybe she’s parked at a rest stop Or maybe some roadside motel Or maybe we never will see her again You know sometimes it’s too close to tell Why the fates change the rules In the middle of the game is a mystery And I hate to bear all of this very bad news It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history? Joey and Donna were married Out of high school with nothing to show But a rundown apartment with too many bills And a bad case of nowhere to go Maybe he really did love her Maybe he took all the blame Maybe he figured when he pulled the trigger The two were both one and the same Bobby had every advantage Good childhood, and family and friends And all the disposable income he wished To buy every means to an end Maybe he overextended Maybe he took it too far Or maybe he took it one too many times Dying ugly in some stranger’s car Why the good all die young One day here then too soon been and gone is a mystery And I hate to bear all of this very bad news It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history? We play every game feeling lucky Taking chances that we can’t take back Poor decisions and accidents These are the facts that distinguish the light from the black One day we live to the fullest The next day we live in the past One day we dance at the top of the world And one day will be suddenly last We hang by a thread Between living and dead, for how long is a mystery So hard to hear all of this very bad news Not much of a view, but what can you do? When we live and we die in the blink of an eye Never knowing the mystery And I hate to bear all of this very bad news But what can you do? What can you do when it’s history?