Monday due, the closet filled (what?)
with people on the way
to the court houses and meeting rooms
but, me, I'm free today

And I traved the path of the motor cage
to back in sixty-three
past the grassy knoll into the book depository
to put into the museum where they say the shots were fired.
it's close today but I don't mind
I'm already getting tired

There's photographs and headlines
and diagrams of the street.
the showing is a brutal film (huh?)
it's always on repeat

last night I dreamt I was the bullet
from frank 3-13
the one that scattered his head around the limosine
I was right there for his final thoughts, of John-John and Jackie
and oh my God, Big D

Back then everybody worried further to the south
missle screamed across from Miami, trail and fall out
Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks
To fear the itchy trigger finger, of old Kruschef.
but Cuba couldn't kill nobody, not like Dallas could
when I was growing up there, I understood.

Remember when I would pick you up
outside your mothers house?
the two of you were fighting, and we promised we'd get out.
Out far from the barreness and the confines of the doubt.
We'd leave behind everything we knew, then we'd turn around.
Cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down
and, oh my God, Big D!

Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK
and I land in DFW and I drive down LBJ
and the houses and the shopping centers, don't make me afraid.
Why they ever did, it's hard now to explain.
But you, you never really left, for you was it the same?
and, oh my God, Big D

November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink.
Just like everyone remembers where they were in sixty-three.
The shutter that shot through me with that unexpexted call.
I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall
I should of come to rescue you, I should of should of yes.
What happened in the past ten years, I could only guess.

Remember when I would carry you, and lay you in your bed
and promised to take care of you, but I just left instead.
Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down
I tried to come back up, but you wouldn't let me out
and I couldn't help but wonder, did think of me?
and Oh, my God Big D!