I fly a starship
'Cross the universe divine
And when I reach the other side...
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again... and again... and again... and again...

Vaya con dios, Mr. Cash. Thank you for your gift of music.
You will be greatly missed.

Farewell, too, to another well-liked John, the man who pioneered the modern art of being outed without being gay.

--
Banazîr