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.
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.....