Accident on 3rd St. - Al Stewart

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

In a car crash, people gathered ‘round 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 surprise

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

Oh, just one of those things