Jessie was the shy one Kept to himself Was carried by the breeze So people seem surprised When he was found face down Washed up in the reeds His note was folded three times It simply read, this world is not for me But what is he had been The one to raise his hand? Who would he be now? Would he understand? His moment's gone and he Won't get a next one Who would he be? Where would we be? Jenny was a nice girl She set her sights Above the petty things The car was soaked in whisky It's not her fault He took away her wings But what if she had been The one to raise her hand? Who would she be now? Would she understand? Her moment's gone and she Won't get a next one Who would we be? Where would we be if She were here today.