someday when it's all over and they come to carry me and you're walking slow and wearing black withthe rest of the family and the choir stands to sing a song make sure it's one of minei had a few more tunes i wanted to write but i ran out of timesome i wrote for money somehow i wrote for fun somehow i wrote and threw away never sang toanyone one i wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through i lost track of all the rest butthe most i wrote for youthat day when it's all over and you're sitting all alone they'll call and ask you what you wantto have written on my stone tell them when i was born and died the year and the dayand if there's room for something morehere's a song for youhere's what you can saysome he wrote for money some he wrote for fun some he wrote and threw away never sang to anyoneone he wrote for his mama and never finished two or three he lost track of all the rest butthe most he wrote for me yes somehow i wrote for moneysomehowi wrote for fun somehow i wrote and threw away never sang to anyoneone i wrote for mama and a couple still aren't through i lost track of all the rest but themost i wrote for you yeah i lost track of all the rest but the most i wrote for youyeahwhoa what a great jobthat's not good