Accident On 3rd Street Lyrics - Russians & Americans - Al Stewart

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she lives 

In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black 

Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven 

The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven 

They say it's God's to give, and God's to take away, 

But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say. 

Maybe it's just one of those things 

One of those things 

They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes, 

And he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise 

Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords 

The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards 

Said he wasn't looking, maybe he had had a bit too much 

It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or some such 

It was just one of those things, 

One of those things. 

I asked my local guru the situation and he gave me this reply 

While pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky: 

"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why" 

Said he used to worry about it once when he was young 

Now he doesn't even bother to try 

He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound 

Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, useless but profound 

Just one of those things, 

One of those things. 

Tonight I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe 

Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away 

Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss 

I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss. 

Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her anymore 

Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar 

It's just one of those things, 

One of those things.