Salted salamanders spray painted silver
Oh the quirky things that I remember
Imaginary quarters for hard ice cream cones
Picking up dinky cars from the side of the road
Without your life I would have never learned to whistle
Without your death I would have never found to sing
Like a twilight in time
Your memory in the middle
Oh your spirit we feel in everything
We feel in everything
We feel in everything
The sheep the sheep to the cattle driving by
Not without that funny little sparkle in his eye
The sound of his sayings still linger in our ears
Like eat, eat, eat and a beer is a beer oh
Without your life I would have never learned to whistle
Without your death I would have never found to sing
Like a twilight in time
Your memory in the middle
Oh your spirit we feel in everything
We feel in everything
We feel in everything
Without your life I would have never learned to whistle
Without your death I would have never found to sing
Like a twilight in time
Your memory in the middle
Oh your spirit we feel in everything
We feel in everything
We feel in everything