Reading life through a glass
But turns the pages to the past
Burning gold on freezing cold morning
Something save me from myself
Letters fall to the ground
Knocks on the door, can't hear a sound
Drag my feet into the street for nothing
Something save me from myself
Oh why do the good ones always go?
Oh why don't they ever... ever ask for more?
Why do the good ones always go?
Oh why, oh why dear lord.
Here's a memory to which I cling
Lost her brother early spring
She's left to ask herself why
Oh why oh why
The school they mourn his loss
A candlelit vigil and a cross
Parents students teachers ask why
Oh why Oh why
Oh why do the good ones always go?
Oh why don't they ever... ever ask for more?
Why do the good ones always go?
Oh why, oh why dear lord.