Tragedy

It’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy

He was only twenty five
had an open heart and tender mind
he sang through all the hymns he knew
he was searching for a higher sign
when his water was turned to wine
all the darkness became light.

Babies and a patient wife
they just wouldn’t have to keep him high
so he gave them up just to fill his cup
every sip would make him feel alive
no bones in his body were dry.

It’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy

Now he’s finally come around
he’s got wrinkles and a crooked frown
he holds back tears thinking of the years
that the bottle had a long time down
so he’d sit have another round
singing Hallelujah ‘till he drowns.

It’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy

It’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy
it’s a tragedy