Look up here, I'm in heaven
I've got scars that can't be seen
I've got drama, can't be stolen
Everybody knows me nowLook up here, man, I'm in danger
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down belowAin't that just like me
By the time I got to New York
I was living like a king
Then I used up all my money
I was looking for your assThis way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain't that just like meOh I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I'll be free
Ain't that just like me
YOU ARE READING
David Bowie
Non-FictionThe Lazarus lyrics in honor of David Robert Jones. They seem like a goodbye to me, now when I listen closely to it. Rest well in the stardust.