Better from Woebegone by Eliot Wilder

Well a friend of mine he died last week
After a long and terrible bout with cancer
Well before he left
I asked him how he it felt
And he said, he said he had no answer
C'mon and tell me, tell me true
Is there nothing in the world we can do

And it's gotta be better
Gotta be getting better
Gotta be getting better
All the time

Another friend of mine he's got ALS
His reward for being a good drummer
I asked him how he felt about his bad luck
He said, yeah, I guess it's a bummer
C'mon and tell me, tell me now
Why can't we god speed the plough

C'mon and hold my hand
Hold it, and raise it high
You are the only one
To help me touch the sky

C'mon and hold me close
Clutch me to your breast
Look in my eye
And say it's a peaceful rest

Another friend of mine got dementia
And he don't remember my name
I stop by to see him now and again
Life to him now is one strange parlor game
C'mon and tell me, say it if you dare
What's going on in your head up there

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