There's a funeral procession on the highway...
Traffic screeches, to a halt.
There's people searchin', for a better way, to live their lives, oh.
Johnny lived a good life, you'll 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. It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies.
Gather round to pay our respects, while their souls are still searchin' for the light.
Searchin' for the light.
- Dallas Green
Truer words have never been spoken.
RIP John Hitz. You will be remembered forever.