There's a long line of mourners
coming down our street.
Their fancy cars are such a
sight to see.
They're all of your rich friends that knew you in the city.
And now they've finally
brought you back to me.
The papers
told of how you lost your life.
Of the party and the fatal
crash that night.
The race
on the highway,
the curb
nobody's seen.
Now you're riding in that long black limousine.
When you left home you told me that
someday you'd be returning
with a fancy car for the
whole town to see.
Well,
everybody's watching now and
I guess you finally got your dream.
You're riding in one of them long black limousines.
Through tears
I watched
as you ride by.
With a chauffeur at the wheel,
dressed up so fine.
I'll never love another.
My heart and all my dreams ride with you
in that long black limousine.