Stewart Al Accident On 3rd Street lyrics

Linda was killed last Saturday `bout fifteen blocks from where she lives
in a car crash, people gathered around the gravesite, friends and relatives,
dressed in black.
Preacher mumblin` how she`s bound to go to Heaven,
the service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven.
They said:
God`s to give, and God`s to take away,
but why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it`s just one of those things,
one of those things.

They found guy who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,
and he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise.
Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords,
the kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards.
Said he wasn`t looking, maybe he had had a bit too much,
it was dark, it was raining, he didn`t see the light of the sun and such.
It was just one of those things,
one of those things.

I asked an old uncle of the girl the situation and he gave me this reply,
while pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:
`Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why,`
said he used to worry about it once when he was young,
now he doesn`t even bother to try.
He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound,
like a black hole in space, or velocity, useless but profound.
Just one of those things,
one of those things.

Tonight I`m gonna take myself down to my local cafe,
gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away.
Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss,
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda`s in the cold ground, won`t see her anymore.
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar.
It`s just one of those things,
one of those things.

Oh, just one of those things.