[Sean: About a friend of Mark's that died in a car accident. She was young and it didn't seem right that she lost her life so early. I think you can pretty much make that assumption just by listening to the lyrics and reading this poem he wrote;
"Now Even More Perfect\ In the Rain After St. Jude's" Her mother doesn't wear her seat belt anymore. She knows it doesn't matter. The world just eats and it burns and it never gives up it's dead.]
I was on my knees Last time I saw you My suit was black My voice was tremblin' When I said hello, Frankie helped me to my feet I could not stand It looked as though you're sleepin' Yeah, why her instead?
St. Jude Did you let me down? Hey, St. Jude Yeah, who do I pray to now?
My shoes are wet As I walked to where they laid you Your sister could not speak But there's somethin' left to say An only question And one that needs asking Why her instead? Why her instead of me? Yeah, why her instead?
Ah, St. Jude Did you let me down Hey, St, Jude Yeah, who will I pray to now
In Boston's heart On a rainy Mother's Day Wanna burn the town down And bring you back to Kansas Where I have somethin' left to say I don't believe in God I don't believe in you no more I don't believe in God I don't believe in God no more Why her instead?
Ah, St. Jude Did you let us all down? Hey, St. Jude Who do I pray to? Not my wife Not my sister Not my song to sing And still I miss her I don't believe in you I don't believe in anything Yeah, I don't believe in anything