It’s hangin’?
He’s not far from it
The devil’s clock creeps
In minutes of gold

An announcement by loved ones
A tell all
He’s gone

Day after day now
The weeping and joy

Those who knew
He was not far from it
Will tell you so

His demeanour
Strange indeed
The things he said
Or didn’t say

Relevant
A fatal misunderstanding by the Gods

He’s left us
He’s found the front of the queue

He’s on a train in Flinders Street
Going to work on time
Or

He’s not far from it