Body in a Box

Body In A Box: Dallas Green

There's a funeral procession on the highway,
Traffic screeches to a halt.
There’s people searching for a better way
To live their lives.

“Johnny lived a good life,” you’ll hear them say
As tears of sadness soak the ground.
The reaper crept in, took his breath away
In the middle of the night.

We celebrate the lives of the dead.
It’s like a man’s best party only happens when he dies.
We gather round to pay our respects while their souls are still searching for the light,
Searching for the light.

So please don’t come to me on my dying day.
Just let me go in peace
With all the things that I forgot to say
Racing through my mind.

And don’t you bury me six feet underground.
Just burn my body in a box,
And let my ashes blow with the wind
Out into the night sky.

We celebrate the lives of the dead
It’s like a man’s best party only happens when he dies.
We gather ‘round to pay our respects while their souls are still searching for the light,
Searching for the light.

Searching for the light.
Searching for the light.

There’s a funeral procession on the highway, traffic hesitates to stop. There are people searching for a better way, but a better way for what? We run through life not noticing the little things, and rather than taking life moment by moment, we take it day by day and as we age, it worsens to year by year. We lose our respect, our appreciation, and our lives by wasting our time searching for understanding (the light). What no one ever seems to see is that we already have all of the understanding that we actually need to survive… but we forget, why? Why does it seem in life that the most important things are not remembered once forgotten? Why and how do we forget LIFE? It is the only thing that we have without a doubt from our first breath to our last, and we don’t even know that it is there.

The only party that many will ever have is the one they are made to miss because their soul has died before their body… but my revelry is now: so when I die, burn my body and put me back from which I came so that when I pass, the world will forget me, but the earth and wind cannot, and I will go in peace.

Live life well. Solitude is not for those who are still breathing.

-Jill