To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
And drink the milk of paradise
-“Xanadu” Rush 2112
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Doc Holliday and Wyatt, arm-in-arm.
Friends immortal-there’s the charm,
For any ideal know to man
For a future, real, foreverland.
I’m your huckleberry,
Blinded by facts and time.
I’m a ghost in Denang, or maybe Derry ,
Yet your friend across blood and wine.
Afterlife, we all go somewhere,
I want to be with friends I hold dear.
I’ll take a song, a story, a beer-
With the people I love, forget the cheer.
We make our own reality.
It can be heaven or hell.
The secret to true immortality
Is a penny in a wishing well.
Weep not for the dead,
They are freed of our human bonds.
Some for good, and some for naught,
Unfettered from the Earthly fronds.
I may miss peanut butter,
I may miss wagon spokes,
I may miss thoughts of clutter,
I won’t miss wasted folks.
I want to cross the river,
And see the other side,
With a smile, a joy to deliver,
To the ones I lost who died.
Remember the good,
Forget the bad,
Reunite with the should,
Shed the guilty skin of sad.
