He wasn't famous but I sure did love him

I got his picture in a little frame

He lost his life to a big disease

Before it even had a name But there's so many more and I've lost count

The hows and whys aren't important now

All that matters is they came around

And brightened up our lives She was twenty one with her life ahead

You don't need to know her name

She breathed her last on the cold stone floor

Of a Hollywood arcade But fates right hand isn't always just

Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust

She was just a little girl, ain't that enough

To rage against the day? And how did we get so lucky?

Targets on the rifle range

Who makes the call and who gets to choose?

Who get to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues

And blues never fade away

Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls

But blues never fade away He shone so bright with a lust for life

Like the Sun King that he was

His passions hung upon his walls

And were printed onto cloth And for reasons I never understood

About the choices made between the bad and good

I've tried to figure out

Why the pain never goes away And how did we get so lucky?

Targets on the rifle range

Who makes the call and who get to choose?

Who gets to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues

And blues never fade away

Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls

But blues never fade away And there's marble markers and little white crosses

Along the beaten path

And I've spread their ashes on the wind

And I miss John Lennon's laugh And how did we get so lucky?

Targets on the rifle range

Who makes the call and who gets to choose?

Who gets to win and who get to lose? And how did we get so lucky?

Targets on the rifle range

Who makes the call and who gets to choose?

Who gets to win and who get to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues

And blues never fade away

Hey, hey, hey, all the colors run when the rain falls

And blues never fade away