Separated by Time and by Space

Well,James Dean died out on the highway one day

As he sped off the Lord stole him away

Can't tell us what was on his mind that day

That caused slow reaction, a fatal delay.



Never did a scene without something behind it

He'd dig down deep inside and he'd find it

What was he trying to say in his art

He showed his true colors, shot straight from the heart



James had his own way of doin his own thing

If you called when he was busy he'd let that phone ring

Don't bother him unless he's in a good mood

Cuz he could be terribly rude-anger he couldn't hide



Why did you leave me? How dare you go.

When I need you where am I to go?

A gravesite isn't my favorite place.

We're still separated by time and by space.

Yet you carry on strong in this world

Things happen in threes and your legend was born

Well, I'm still a rebel without a cause

You're welcome to live on in me.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

written long ago when I was totally obsessed with James Dean. He will always be a special part of my life but the obsession is on hold for now...I think I never wanted to drive or get a license cuz that is how he died and I got obsessed with him when I was almost 24 and picked up on stuff I didn't get before then and always felt I would die young but now I know I will die young at heart cuz of my Peter Pan syndrome...I refuse to grow up and stopped at 19 for whatever reason...anyways I still don't wanna drive ever just incase...

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

Great piece I too admire James Dean but then he was closer to my age group too. A rebel is a rebel is a rebel. We all are a rebel in some format. The thing is to do it without hurting others yet being oneself. Any impression one leaves on another should be one of the positive and Dean though many did not agree back in his day had strong messages to evoke. They live on today in so many variety of ways. Yes,he was an inspiration for sure.....