I was sitting in a bar watching shadows on the wall
When John said you were six feet in the ground
He thought I already knew, cause it was old news
Ah, that’s just like you to disappear without a sound

Oh Michael, silent as a tree
Talked in a whisper when you did speak
There was a raging storm in the words of your songs
Were you trying to tell me something was wrong?

Down in New Orleans we were oil and water friends
It all got pretty ugly pretty fast
Driving to LA, fighting the whole way
I dropped you at the airport and put my foot on the gas

Oh Michael, we were friends and enemies
And your words were like daggers, and they were pointing at me
Like a raging storm in the words of your songs
I guess I should have known that something was wrong

But the last time we spoke rings clearer than a bell
Though I could hardly hear you on the phone
You said, “I’m doing alright, I’ve been finding time to write,
I think I’m finally gonna make it, make it on my own”

In the shadows of a dream you come knocking on my door
Like sunrise from the black
Gone were all the scars from the battle with yourself
And the weight of the world had been lifted off your back

Oh Michael, you were smarter than me
But you had so much to live for that you couldn’t see
May the angels sing your song, and take back where you belong
And may the road rise up to meet you till you get where you’re going

May the angels sing your song, and take back where you belong
And may the road rise up to meet you till you get where you’re going