THIS WILL BE THE ONE

For Christopher and William

This will be the one No one wants to sing When one of us is gone Cuz the trio was our thing Maybe it's morbid To wonder which two will do What, if one of us is gone It might be me, it might be him, Or it might be you Now it weren't the purdiest or the sturdiest Ship to ever sail But we cut through the roughest waters Like lightning through hail Triplet brothers of three mothers Whichever two were in the shit Number three was raising bail This will be the one The last man standing Won't even wanna hum When the ghost harmony rings And the thunder drums And the distant echo comes From God knows where As the breeze in the trees begins to sing The rabble never really left the basement Kicking the gong around the upper atmosphere Tight bros, up the dose, burn the clothes, firehose, Comatose in high gear This will be the one To resonate throughout the years The laughter and the tears The quest to never rest At least we enjoyed the ride I don't know if I wanna go And get to the other side If there's no cigarettes and beer This will be the one We sing when reunited Save me a seat until we meet Breaking curfew in Heaven as on earth Saying, “These go to eleven” but is it worth St. Peter sniffing around our suspicious purple cloud, knockin' and calling out, "You boys are still too loud."

~ Ric Hickey, Dec. 2021