Died with you November 22, 1963.
All these years have passed
I close my eyes
I hear the radio playing
In the Phoenix College cafeteria
Two thousand students eating lunch
Deathly silence, only hushed weeping
Walter Cronkite barely whispering
Incredulous “The President is dead…”
I don’t remember the rest
Maybe if I keep breathing the tears will stop
Maybe if I keep moving my feet
I will find my way through the parking lot
I will find my car, find my way home.
Where is my car?
Where is my home?
What has happened to my world of hope,
What has happened to my joyous country?
The generation who believed…
Believed that we could make a difference
Had our dreams, our lives, our hopes shattered
Buried along with you in Arlington
And nothing much has seemed familiar
Since the world stopped spinning in 1963.
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