Well it was Booboo
That dirty little coward
I wonder how he feels
For he ate of Yogi's bread
And he slept in Yogi's bed
And he laid poor Yogi in his grave
On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks.
Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back.
Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight.
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight;
I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call,
Or if any of this matters anymore after all.
But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered.
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart,
My blood brother