Norah Jones - Tragedy

It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy

He was only twenty five Had an open heart and tender mind He sang through all the hymns he knew He was searching for a higher sign When his water was turned to wine All the darkness became light

Babies and a patient wife They just wouldn't have to keep him high So he gave them up just to fill his cup Every sip would make him feel alive No bones in his body were dry

It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy

Now he's finally come around He's got wrinkles and a crooked friend He holds back tears thinking of the years That the bottle had a long time down So he'd sit, have another round Singing hallelujah 'till it drowns

It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy It's a tragedy