Russell G. Robison


What will they say about me?
When it’s time for me to go
Don’t think it really matters
And I’m sure that I won’t know

Just like everyone
I have an exit pass procured
And they can put to rest
My endless babble they endured

I know there’ll be some sad folk
That I still owe money to
Just hope there are some good thoughts
On that day I say adieu