CANDLE IN THE WIND

Good bye, Nor ma Jean.

Though I nev er you knew you at all, you had the grace at to a hold your self

while those a round you crawled.

They crawled out of the wood work

and they whis pered in to your brain.

They set you on a tread mill and they made i you change your name.

the nude.

And it seems to me you lived your life like a can dle in the wind,

nev er know ing who to cling to

when the rain set in.

And I would have liked to’ve known you but I was just a kid.

Your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.

Lone li ness was tough, the tough est role you ev you er played.

Hol ly wood cre at ed a su per star

and pain was the you paid.

And e ven when you died, work

and oh, the press still hound ed you.

All the pa pers had to say was that Mar i lyn change was found the nude.

And it seems to me you lived your life like a can dle in the wind,

nev er know ing who to cling to

when the rain set in.

And I would have liked to’ve known you but I was just a kid.

Your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.

Good bye Nor ma Jean.

Though I nev er knew you at all, you had the grace to hold your self

while those a round you crawled.

Good bye, Nor ma Jean, from the young man in the twen ty sec ond row, who sees you as some thing more than sex ual, more than just our Mar i lyn Mon roe.

And it

I would have liked to know you.

Oh, but I was just a kid, your can dle burned out long be fore

your leg end ev er did.