Rosa called me up, and gave me the news
That our best friend Becky
Wasn't coming home anymore
I didn't know what to say, how could it be true?
That she's gone ahead
And none of us were ready
We never needed to have anyplace to go
A warm summer night to waste
A tank of gas
And pack of smokes
Sat alone and confused on the waterfront
With twenty up and one set aside
I'll breath the taste of those summer nights
And think...
Rebekah, Rebekah
Why did you have to go away?
When all of us down here were hoping you'd stay
(A little longer)
I sit back and wonder, can you see me from where you are?
You won't be forgotten
You're so very close
And deep in our hearts


Dedicated to Rebekah Ann Flory
December 8, 1977 to September 21, 1999