i´ve never been too good with names.
the cellar door was open, i could never stay away.
i know it´s prob´ly not my place.
it´s either or, i´m hoping for a simple way to say.

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.