I've never
been too good with names.
The cellar door was open,
I could never stay away.
I know it's probably not my place.
It's either or I'm hopin'
for a simple way of sayin'...
It's a shame about Ray.
In the stone under the
dust his name is still engraved.
Some things need to go away.
It's a shame about Ray.
If I make it through today,
I'll know tomorrow not to put
my feelings out on display.
I'll put the cobwebs back in place.
I've never been to good with names,
but I remember faces.