Too late, He sleeps with angels Too soon, He's always on someone's mind.

He rocked the United States by flying all over the country and playing that rock and roll He is a good singer He is my rock star

He needs a quiet room With a lock to keep him in It's just a quiet room And he's there He plays an old guitar With a coin found by the phone It was his friends…

Toward another, he has gone To breathe an air beyond his own.

You know, I always thought I'd go first. I don't know why I thought that, it just seemed like I would. I mean, I didn't know him on a daily basis - far from it…

A place in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.

The whole Earth is the Sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on Stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible sym…