Best Man John

Woke up one Sunday morning, got dressed and headed into town
Where we sat down, for le petit dejeuner
My phone rang I could not believe, the words coming down the line
My friend had died, he was only 51

Here’s to you best man John, I’m so sorry that you’re gone
My heart goes out to the one you left behind
Never a truer word were sung that only the good die young
Many a time I wished that I were more like him
Goodbye John

The news it hit me in the chest, it took my words it took my breath
I must confess, that the thought came, I could be next
Gone too soon and much too young his father never should have known
The end of him, and no words are enough

Here’s to you best man John, I’m so sorry that you’re gone
My heart goes out to the one you left behind
Never a truer word were sung that only the good die young
Many a time I wished that I were more like him
Goodbye John

It’s fair to say we lost touch, I’d not seen him in many years
I’d moved away, and the years just snuck on by
We caught up again online, it was good to see him well
And just the same, as I’d remembered him


Here’s to you best man John, I’m so sorry that you’re gone
My heart goes out to the one you left behind
Never a truer word were sung that only the good die young
Many a time I wished that I were more like him
Goodbye John

So so long, best man John, I’m so saddened now you’re gone
My heart goes out to the one you left behind
Never a truer word were sung that only the good die young
Many a time I wished that I were more like him
Goodbye John