Our Friend Bill,
Bill loved football, he used to hang around in "C" hall
following a girl he just couldn't have
He would play his harmonica with a gleam in his eyes
He hung around school with a bunch of crazy guys
He'd ride his Triumph motorcycle
with a friend named Michael
Pondering the meaning of life.
We would sit in East Avenue Park
until way after dark,
When suddenly Bill would say,
Hey, do you know why we're all here?
Well, High School doesn't last forever
it's only four very short years and
It's much more than just the education,
friends, football, wine and the beers.
After graduation we all found that life continues on
and Bill, he moved far far away,
but he would call up and say,
"Hey Ol Buddy Ol Pal"
Have you figured it out yet, you know why we're all here?
Then suddenly one day after many many years
there was Bills picture, an obituary, in the local paper
and once again I began to ponder,
between the shock and the tears
The reason we're all here.
Like many who have yet to really figure it out
But now, I know what Bill would say
"Hey, I now know what it's about!"
And some day, we will all follow Bill
Away from that High School up on the hill
Then maybe perhaps, we too will all understand
Why "We were all here"
Our friend Bill.