Yesterday, I caught the end of George Harrison's 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' on the car radio, thinking perhaps it was part of some music, specially and perceptively, chosen in the aftermath of the terrorism. But it turned out just to be ordinary programming made poignant by Tuesday's horror.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps Look at you all... Still my guitar gently weeps.