Tragedy

It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy He was only twenty five Had an open heart and tender mind He sang through all the hymns he knew He was searching for a higher sign When his water was turned to wine All the darkness became light Babies and a patient wife They just wouldn't have to keep him high So he gave them up just to fill his cup Every sip would make him feel alive No bones in his body were dry It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy Now he's finally come around He's got wrinkles and a crooked friend He holds back tears thinking of the years That the bottle had him all down So he'd sit have another round Singing hallelujah 'til he drowns It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy Mhm, mhm, mhm Mhm --- Tragedy - Norah Jones