Ive never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.
I know its probly not my place.
Its either or, Im hoping for a simple way to say.
Its a shame about ray.
In the stone, under the dust,
His name is still engraved.
Some things need to go away.
Its a shame about ray.
If I make it through today,
Ill know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display.
Ill put the cobwebs back in place.
Ive never been to good with names,
But I remember faces.
