When I reach the of the road, and the sun is set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why will you cry for a soul that is set free.
Miss me a little, but not for long, and not with your head bowed low, and remember the love we once shared.
For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone, it's part of the masters plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, goto the friends we know, and burry your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss me but let me go