"This is a song dedicated to the memory of my best friend. His name was Jimi."
Me and my best friend travelled down life's highway.
We talked of how things should be,
Of peace and love for you and me.
Of a life without hate.
Of a life filled with love.
On that first day, he played my guitar.
Somehow I knew, we travelled far,
We travelled fine, his distant star.
Many things he would try,
For he knew soon he'd die.
Oh, why did it happen?
All the sadness, he is gone.
But he left us something that time can't erase.
Now he's loved by us all.
Yes, he's loved by us all.
That is my story. It has no end.
Now Jimi's gone, he's not alone.
His memory still lives on.
Like the fox that he named,
Though they still gained less pain.
Five years, this he said.
He's not gone, he's just dead.