Lyrics

The Tombstone
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Brody Oakley/ ©1998 Matthew Phillips, BMI

On a misty moonlit autumn night
I stumbled through the graveyard sight
On a shortcut from the bars where I had roamed
I had never been a praying man
Until I felt that icy hand
Touch my shoulder, then it was gone
All that I found
Were names of people I'd never known
But I swear whispers in the breeze were blowin'
And a chill went down my spine, as I heard the voices cryin':

(Chorus)
Live a little, make it last
Put your mark upon the past
Don't just make a dash for the tombstone
Give a little, show some class,
Be more than a face behind a glass
Make a difference before you're gone
Between the time you die, and the time you were born,
Don't just make a dash for the tombstone

It was a sobering experience
My heart and I raced to jump the fence
I must have ran five miles past my home
Was it supernatural sensation
Or just my imagination?
From that time I've never really known
But that night I tossed and hardly ever slept
Or back into my mind the voices crept