before i refuse to take any questions i ve got an opening statement id like to keep to myself cause i m open to the idea my death may well defy all of my logic and my imagination i may never know this road i m on the here and now or the gone the coming home or the running away we were light and sound before a darker matter froze us into what we are for now too late over in a minute losing a fight fore i knew i was in it just kept me swinging til long after i knew that it was over i may never know this road i m on the here and now or the gone the coming home or the running away you gon miss my laugh someday somewhere along the way somewhere along the way  we re frozen like light we re frozen sound like we re seven billion different people out walking around going down that road feeling bad because that s just what people do like every night is a friday night and every day is a friday night too i may never know which road i m on the here and now or the gone the coming home or the running away you gonna miss my laugh someday somewhere along the way somewhere along the way somewhere along the way