From the Eyes of a Juror

  Slow Death -- A Song to Set the Scene

  (Words and music by Frank Newlan circa 1989)

  I might live to be an old man

  But if I died tomorrow I wouldn’t care

  Because the only girl I ever loved

  Is so, so far, away from here

  I might live to be a hundred

  But what does it matter…what does it mean?

  When the only girl I ever loved

  Left me alone with a broken dream

  Some people die in accidents

  Some people die in wars

  But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death

  Everyday a little bit more

  …Everyday a little bit more

  I might live to see the second coming

  But there’s nothing like the first time through

  The Gates of Heaven are much too wide

  If I’m not walking in with you

  I might live to see forevermore

  But I may as well burn in hell

  Because if I can’t have you by my side

  Then nothingness is just as well

  Some people die in accidents

  Some people die in wars

  But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death

  Everyday a little bit more

  …Everyday a little bit more

  There’s this terrible disease called loneliness

  It hurts but it doesn’t kill

  It breaks your heart in a million pieces

  But your blood it doesn’t spill

  …your blood it doesn’t spill

  Some people die in accidents

  Some people die in wars

  But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death

  Everyday a little bit more

  …Everyday a little bit more

  …...Everyday a little bit more

  ......…Everyday a little bit more