He wasn't famous but I sure did love him
 
 I've got his picture in a little frame
 
 He lost his life to a big disease before it even had a name
 
 But there's so many more and I've lost count
 
 The hows and whys aren't important now
 
 All that matters is they came around
 
 And brightened up our lives
 
 
 She was twenty one with her life ahead
 
 You don't need to know her name
 
 She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade
 
 But fate's right hand isn't always just
 
 Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
 
 She was just a little girl ain't that enough
 
 To rage against the day
 
 
 And how did we get so lucky?
 
 Targets on the rifle range
 
 Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
 
 Who gets to win and who gets to lose?
 
 It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
 
 And blues never fade away
 
 Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls
 
 But blues never fade away
 
 
 He shone so bright with a lust for life
 
 Like the Sun King that he was
 
 His passions hung upon his walls and were printed onto cloth
 
 And for reasons I never understood
 
 About the choices made between the bad and good
 
 I've tried to figure out but
 
 The pain never goes away
 
 
 And how did we get so lucky?
 
 Targets on the rifle range
 
 Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
 
 Who gets to win and who gets to lose?
 
 It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
 
 And blues never fade away
 
 Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls
 
 But blues never fade away
 
 
 And there's marble markers and little white crosses
 
 Along the beaten path
 
 And I've spread their ashes on the wind
 
 And I miss John Lennon's laugh
 
 
 And how did we get so lucky?
 
 Targets on the rifle range
 
 Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
 
 Who gets to win and who gets to lose?
 
 It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
 
 And blues never fade away
 
 Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls
 
 But blues never fade away