Ol' Blue Eyes

Every channel was interrupted with breaking news.
The Empire State Building turned blue. 

Las Vegas dimmed their lights,
their machines stopped for a whole minute.

Ol' Blue Eyes they called him.
They talked about his rhythm, the way he made you feel, the way he'd look at you.
The way his blue eyes looked inside you.
Everyone showed up, crowds formed.
His funeral was drenched in white roses.

Right before he slipped away his wife begged,
"Fight Frankie, fight"

All he said was

"I'm losing"

Half of me is hurting and half of me is healing.
Half of me is trying and half of me is lying.
It's normal when you feel found
but it's a shame if you hit the ground.
You can't paint smiles on sad people,
you can't pretend to know how to put them whole.

"I'm losing" she said.

Ol' Blue Eyes, I hear them say.
Ol' Blue Eyes had a mouth.
She had this mouth that could run away from her and get her in trouble.
But when she took her time? Her words took you places.
Took you to the summer time, to winter nights, took you to Paris.
To nights spent watching the love of your life breathe.
Carried you to bed every time you fell asleep in the car.
That mouth of hers stopped clocks the way she'd use it.
Screwed all the traffic lights up, making everyone late for dinner.
Ol' Blue Eyes could make you feel alive, make you feel real.

The Empire State Building didn't turn blue,
they didn't stop any machines, or interrupt any channels.
But she was in every silence right before someone read.
Right at the pause of a perfect line.
In every person in the audience feeling it 10x more than the person next to them.





Everyone came out with raw hands after the funeral.
Cause you see, you get applause but it's never enough.
Never enough casseroles.
Never enough "sorry for your loss" 's.
Never enough to bring them back.