George was a seeker, always learning, looking for an answer to life's great mysteries, and how to be a better person. He was a master of whatever instrument he picked up, a generous philanthropist, and wrote many sensitive and beautiful songs. He is sorely missed.
There'll come a time When all of us must leave here There's nothing Sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Can equal or surpass the art of dying Do you believe me?
There'll come a time When all of your hopes are fading When things that seemed so very plain Become an awful pain Searching for the truth among the lying And answered when you've learned The art of dying
But if you want it, you must find it But when you have it, there'll be no need for it There'll come a time When most of us return here Brought back by our desire to be A perfect entity Living through a million years of crying Until you've realized the art of dying Do you believe me?