Thoughts and Prayers

How can the grim reaper creep If he really doesn't have the time? And how long would you sleep If the sun decided not to shine? There's a man who lives up the block He doesn't even own a clock Sometimes he stays awake for days He's doing it his own way I used to give my friends a call Now there's no one left at all I think my father used to say "There's got to be a different way to make myself feel okay" Or maybe that's just how he used to pray And who cares how people live If living's all they got? And who knows how money grows? Drop a nickel in a pot I wrote a letter down to you Like I'm Sullivan Ballou It's a recipe for blue Like it's 1862 Maybe I'm just a cast away Or a poor boy led astray There's no one left here to betray The only child of the earth Nobody left here to give birth It's hard to tell what that's worth I used to look up at the sky Up at the beautiful blue sky But now the earth has turned to gray There's got to be a better way To talk God and hear her say "There are reasons why it is this way"