City And Colour

There's a funeral procession on the highway
traffic screeches to a hault
theres people searching for a better way
to live there lives, woah
Johnny lived a good life youl hear them say
as tears of sadness soak the ground
the reaper crept in, took his breath away
in the middle of the night, oh
We celebrate the lives of the dead
its like a mans best party only happens when he dies
we gather round to pay our respects while there souls are still searching for the light
searching for the light
So please dont come to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace