[Verse 1]

In Germany, his days finally caught him;

I won't insult his memory with long-distance grief

Tears and wakes weren't his style:

Not him

Not for Keith

[Verse 2]

He'd have laughed in my face

If he saw it get mournful

He'd pull me up short and say "Life carries on"

In that gentle way of being cruelly scornful...

Now he's gone

[Bridge]

"I want to see it all, and eat it"

Was as close to ethos as he came;

Though he knew he couldn't beat it

He never gave of himself

Anything less than best in the game

Oh, one for the game...

[Verse 3]

I never did say, I never quite found time –

He taught me a lot, and I carry it still

I never thanked him at all for his friendship

And now I never will

[Verse 4]

The diaries we write are those that we crave for

We never put the P.S. at the foot of the final page

He deserved more time

But he never was made for middle age, middle age

Not for middle age

Not for Keith