For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
Lee was our nail. He put me and many of us on this road. We won our war, made our mark, and what a lovely kingdom we have. I am going to miss you buddy. Good luck with the California and the new job. We will carry on down the road and will meet up another time. There will be legends made, battles won and such tales will shared when the band gets together again.
See you when I see you.