On to the Next
DAVID WILCOX
Someone said it was suicide
His empty chair is all we see
Not that anyone knew him well
But he sat behind me
Now they come with the questioning
Now they're so sincere
Do you remember anything
That he said to you here?
If you get close against the window
You can feel it closer
A trace of a breeze that makes it through
I remember you said
It's almost enough that you could breath it
If you had to that's what I remember most of you
You can hear a pencil drop
And the fluorescent lights
Lean forward and keep your answers
Out of sight
If you're stuck on a tricky one
If the question's too complex
Don't try too figure it out, they say
Just move on to the next
Who's to blame for a high-school suicide?
Ooh, they claim it's the best years of our lives