Wishful thinking?

Okkervil River - The President Is Dead

The President’s dead, the radio said
Dear friends, this is not so horrible
A shot through my heart like a knife right through bread
The newspaper said the President’s dead
The sea doesn’t dry and the sky isn’t split
But, friends, it just seems so wrong, don’t it
A shot from the crowd and a shot in the head
The President’s lying on the tarmac dead
He’s lying face down with his black, dressy gents
Guns drawn running around and the early obits
Say he was a good man, you can’t argue with that
Not today, you can’t, not now you can’t
In the media tent where they spin and they slant
They just foam at the mouth and they champ at the bit
The bloodsuckers can wait ‘til those vultures cool it
The newscaster said, the President’s dead
And let’s imagine a way, let’s say thirty years in
How somebody will say what were you doin’ when
On a beautiful day I was wakin’ up and
I was lyin’ in bed with my girlfriend
And the eggs on the plate and the bacon hissin’
And the coffee was great, there was spring on the wind
Even live through a day where the littlest things
In the littlest ways made you feel you were blessed
If you’d died right then, well, you know you’d be missed
But there’s no better state to cease to exist
And you wouldn’t feel sad and you wouldn’t resist
‘Cause you knew what you had and were thankful for it
In your own little way, I’m a small, quiet man
I’ve got no wars to win, I don’t have a big plan
But I love my new place and I love my old friends
And I scrimp and I save and one day I’ll have kids
I can truthfully say that my day was like that
‘Til the radio playin’ on the stand by the bed
Fired out this report and in three words they said
Like three shots to my head: the President’s dead...

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