My grandma about eighty,
Left a few years ago.
She's meant so many things in all our lives,
But I'll never know.

And I wonder,
What life would be like,
If she still lived up the block,
And was in our lives.
All three so random.
We said our goodbye's.
We're all connected,
Through my one life.

He became another teenage .
His name was Joel.
He had his music in his heart,
But he left it just at eighteen years old.

And I ponder,
What it would be like,
If he still had his bass in his hand,
And that sweet, sweet smile.
All three so random.
We said our good bye's.
But are connected,
Through my one life.

Time to remember as I look back,
I was so young.
I can still see his glasses and his curly hair.
He was so much fun.

And I wonder,
What life would be like,
Riding with the wind in his hair,
On his favorite bike.
All three so random.
We said our good bye's.
We're all connected,
Through my one life.

All three so random. (all three so random)
We said our good bye's. (we said our good bye's)
But all connected, (but all connected)
Through my one. life (through my one life)